He wasn't the only thing that was beautiful.
So was his dark, wild chestnut curls.
His soft yet large callused hands.
The way his husky voice whispered many 'I love you's' before I drifted off to sleep.
When he touches me and I feel like the only girl in the world.
The feeling I get when he pushes into me and holds down my hips.
The way the room smells like vanilla when he pulls out.
Everything about him made me love him more.
He was perfect.
He was sex.
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I will post the prologue tomorrow or something. Pls comment and vote so I know if I should continue. I love you.
