No wonder he’s practically panting. He’s just encountered a modern-day Marilyn Monroe—but she’s even more buxom. Loose, platinum waves fall next to full cheeks and a button nose. But it’s her big blue doe eyes that are a fucking kick to the gut. They’re so vibrant, I swear they trend toward a lavender tone. I shift in my seat and focus back on my phone. I’m too damn old to be gawking at a pretty girl in the airport. Scrolling the news is far more appropriate.
