𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

She was like a living breathing work of art and he'd had the privilege to see her at her most vulnerable.

A relationship built up of fleeting moments and gestures caught from across a room. Time never really seemed to be on their side loyalties and schedules battling for importance over a hit or miss deepening connection. And he craved her, needed her like flowers need the sun to blossom after the rain. The way he craved the sweet sticky feeling of champagne after a fight for a place on the podium. But he could never have her not really. Because She was Millane Horner. She was unapologetically out of his league.

Perhaps that's what made her so desirable in the first place, the sense of the English girl being the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Perhaps they were never meant to be...