our skin touched. I couldn’t bear the task of looking into his brown eyes, so I closed mine. He lifted my chin slightly and demanded my attention with his words. “Look at me,” he challenged, ever so softly. I obliged, parting my eyelids to see his handsome face. It was faultless. He was flawless, physically. From his kissable lips to his large arms that I wanted him to pick me up with and spin me around as if I, too, had been waiting for his return all these years.
