The way his hair flows when he whips his head back to engorge himself on another fork full of pulled steak. God, he's so handsome. He has a smile that could light the skies and intense eyes that could light fires in the hearts of any mortal woman, and perhaps a young psychic.
She'd never felt this way before. What if he swept her off her feet, offered her the finest of colorful foliage? His shirt wouldn't be rippling because he has no shirt. He has already come perfect, just the way he is.
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The way his hair flows when he whips his head back to engorge himself on another fork full of pulled steak. God, he's so handsome. He has a smile that could light the skies and intense eyes that could light fires in the hearts of any mortal woman, and perhaps a young psychic.
She'd never felt this way before. What if he swept her off her feet, offered her the finest of colorful foliage? His shirt wouldn't be rippling because he has no shirt. He has already come perfect, just the way he is.
And she has nothing to say. ]