She was wearing more clothes than some of the women on the tours that afternoon, but the sight of Kamilah in a pair of black workout leggings and a gray sweatshirt affected him in a way the flirty sundresses and backless rompers had not. Everything about her, from her lush figure and pouty mouth to her mass of dark springy curls and big bright eyes, brought to mind one word: bountiful. Kamilah was a bounty of beauty, energy, and affection, and to be in her presence was to desire to feast.
