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I had no words.
It was rare i was ever speechless but he shocked me into silence.

You're probably thinking he's an ex boyfriend or an old friend or a celebrity I used to know but he was none of that.

He was simply beautiful.
From the tips of his black faded hair, to his cleanly cut beard, to the Prada suit that encased his large shoulders, slender frame and long toned legs, to the ends of his black leather shoes.

He was art himself and I was suddenly a-lot more interested in the piece of work that was Belofte Abdel.
I wouldn't call this love at first sight but it was damn sure close to it.

I was hooked. I may have taken plenty of,not so legal, drugs in my 27 years but none of them ever felt like him.

The funny thing is, he hasn't even opened his mouth, what a capturing mouth it is, and I was stunned.

It was then he spoke, and I could've died right then and been happy i heard such a soft, deep and slightly hoarse voice, like he didn't speak much.

I was mesmerized.
It took me a minute to finally cough out a hello.
"Um evening, you must be Mr. Abdel, I've heard a-lot about you." I choked out my first and probably last sensible response.

"Evening, and please call me Belofte. I assume you are the one giving the tour, when can we start?" , I was really hoping he didn't talk much on the this tour, or for the next six months exactly, or else I may all out collapse due to my out of control hormones and my lack of ability to control them.

"We can start now, am right this way, I'll take you to the art room first, I have a feeling you might spend a-lot of your time there." Trying my best to compose my answer, I said it with a smile.

"I have a feeling you might be right." Chuckling so softly i barely heard it but it still made me smile.
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