From there, it’s easy work. A simple matter of pulling the zipper up the rest of the way, allowing it to come to rest at the small of her back, covering up the dimples that live there now. Another change to her body I wasn’t there to mark with worshipful eyes and reverent hands. They’re stunning in their own right, deeper than the ones in her face, but less beautiful because they aren’t accompanied by pools of amber that tell all of her secrets if you know how to read them correctly.
