When I walked in and saw the smooth, pale skin of her back with her bright red hair pushed forward over her shoulders, I almost dropped to my knees. She’s that beautiful. She’s more gorgeous than I’ve ever even imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot. The freckles on her face match the ones dusted along the tops of her shoulders, and that tattoo was so delicate, so poetic, like a hidden piece of her I’ve only ever glimpsed and finally got the chance to see spelt out across her skin.
