He came out in his fitted black suit.
God, he was beautiful.
As he inched closer to me i could smell the faint cologne he was wearing.
Our hands intertwined, he spun me around to face him.
His glass eyes pierced through my soul, making my cheeks flush with pinks and reds.
He gently brushed the hair away from my face, caressing my soft skin, sending shivers down my spine.
He planted a kiss on my forehead, then down to my lips, making me weak to the touch.
And he held me.
