This girl didn’t just have a beautiful face; she had it all. She was absolutely fucking stunning. With curly, long, dark hair that framed her face like French doors. Icy-blue eyes. Thick, heart-shaped lips, and a dusting of freckles that sat high on her cheeks, light, like whispers. Our gazes locked. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to continue viewing her body. It wasn’t often that I got to see one as perfect as hers. I almost moaned as I studied her—her dips and curves, her arches that were emphasized by her skintight red dress. Why the hell is it so hard to breathe?
