No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

skin; heat; hair in your mouth; feet, touching feet

Annabelle looks breathtaking in a wedding dress.

Her eyes sparkling as ever, her hair in a simple twist, the freckles scattered around her collarbones and shoulders swimming in her warm expanse of skin.

Her dress is nothing extravagant, just a sleeveless top that contours her chest and torso and a full skirt that reaches mid-calf. But you'd be surprised what a white dress can do. She looks like an ethereal dream.

And I can tell from the way she's looking at me that her thoughts mirror mine.