Discovering Aya

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She's beaming as she turns to face him and 'woooow' is genuinely all he's able to manage; as the word leaves his full lips, the way his breath carries its weight fully exposes his state of Wonderment. If he wasn't so in awe right now he would actually be quite abashed because he certainly knows more words than wow. He knows words more fitting for this current sentiment.

How can one person be so breathtaking? 

That is what renders him speechless. The Most High is indeed the master craftsman, his complement is all the confirmation he needs. She is a masterpiece, unquestionably, made with the utmost care. He will definitely thank YAH for that again later. 

In the time they spend together he grows accustomed to appreciating her beauty and praising God for it, but he discovers that beauty is not the only thing she possesses, she is exceedingly intelligent, which he appreciates. Coming across some of the books in his library opened in a corner on the floor that contained advanced mathematical equations, all of which, she solved correctly. Numerical equations are not his strength so he sends pictures of her solutions to one of his advisors who confirms that she answered every single problem she attempted correctly; Ambrose was already planning to employing a team for her instruction, knowing she enjoys to study only encourages him to take more care in the selection process. My Aya deserves the best... His thoughts are valid... Every helpmate deserves the very best. He recognizes that he is truly blessed, because great is the number of people whose appearance far surpass their intellect. When he finds his words again all he can manage is to ask Aya, "do you like the dress?"

She is still smiling radiantly when she answers, "Yes," Searching Ambrose's cerulean eyes before adding, "thank you, it is quite beautiful." The sincerity of her statement is apparent in her tone, which makes him feel good; to know that she appreciates the dress as much as he does. He would buy her a thousand dresses if only to see her brown eyes sparkle as they are doing now. 

Gazing into her eyes he admits, "you are beautiful," Ambrose is mortified, he always cringes at men who do what he just did. Now, however, he can me more understanding towards them being in the same position. She smiles sweetly approaching Ambrose reaching him she wraps her arms around him and a calm feeling washes over him as she holds him in her arms and he allows himself to melt in her embrace. How can someone so small make him feel so secure?

She is beautiful, but surely he could have thought of something more intelligible to say.

"Thank you, Ambrose," He is taken off guard by the soft kiss she plants on his cheek, "for the complement and the dress." It is at that moment, for the first time in his life, that Ambrose blushes which mortifies him, causing his skin to heat up more and tint a deep shade of scarlet. Her affection is becoming to much for him to handle  especially when he can not anticipate it.

He speaks, but the sound of his voice is foreign even to his own ears, "Aya," the amount of base present in his voice surprises even him and he immediately realizes that Aya is aroused by depth of his voice, causing his eyes to widen in alarm and disbelief, "you're welcome... I uh... have to go check something down stairs- please, stay up here." He quickly excuses himself all but running out of his room and down the stairs, away from her, because she was causing him to lose focus.

"Father, help me!" he whispers as he locks the door of his office behind him, "Please, give me strength- I can't do this on my own." He cries out in desperation. This is not the first time Ambrose has had to flee from temptation; However, his desire for Aya is ridiculously intense.

His flesh urges him to return to her, his heart works to compel him to return to her. 

He can smell her from his office and he would be a liar to say that he is not at all enticed by the evidence of her want from him. Ambrose wants her too. Exhaling sharply to calm himself as he walks around the office opening every single window in the room; as the massive casements swing outward the forest air comes rushing into the massive apertures and with the breeze a calmness washes over him, he sticks his head outside of the window and takes in deep calming breaths. His Father hearing his prayers has come swiftly to his rescue because he fled from sin.