Tuesday, October 19, 2010

he wore a creamy pink sweater....

and his hair was a bit longer than she remembered...
with hints of grey at the temples....
he was SO handsome...
SO freaking masculine...
looking at him still made her melt....
he had ALWAYS had that  immediate effect on her....
odd...
the ONLY man that she actually 'crumbled' at the sight of....
so she approached him, trying to gain some modicum of composure....
smiling that 'lame' smile that really only ever appeared
for him.....(lol)
she just couldn't help herself !
and when he saw her, he jumped up...
and SWAGGERED over to her.....
he smelled of that cologne.....that spicy stuff he'd always worn.....
even THAT made her weak in the knees..
the only marked difference in him was the deep scar on his forehead..
she guessed it had come from the mugging that she'd read about......
four men had attacked him in his office.....
late at night....
they'd had a knife...

was it possible that he LOOKED EVEN HOTTER now ??

the two of them,
she and him,
 literally fused into one another...
like some kind of unified, electrical force....
sound corny ??
ahhhh......
all she knew for certain was that...
LOVE WAS GRAND....
and this was DECIDEDLY 'LOVE'....

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