I couldn’t stop picturing him. His unusual face, soft and pale. His wild golden mane that had been sheared at the sides but long at the front and back. His pink mouth that had drawn my gaze like a beacon. His crystal blue eyes fringed in long golden lashes. The dip of his navel. His long, hair-dusted legs. Every time I thought of him, I grew hot and flustered under my stuffy clothes.
