Her breath smelled of sour skittles and vodka and her body, of Tea Rose perfume. I was a victim to her tantalizing aura as much as he was. The difference was she chose me; she always chose me. Don't ask me why.
I have always admired her tanned skin, dark hair, and dazzling-green eyes to die for. Being this close to her, I cannot help but notice how sweet her smile is, and how desirable her lips look.
(The fanfic is from 2014 but edited in 2018. It isn't mine, I only adapted the original fanfic.)