My eyes drifted to my girl as she stood from her chair, a chart in her hands. Those blue eyes that haunted my dreams and thoughts were on the papers before her as she moved around the counter. My body tightened at the sight of her, like it always did. She stood tall, around five nine, curvy, her amber hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. My girl pulled that shit off. Fuck, it was cute.
