His Softest Treasure

His Softest Treasure

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I watched her laugh again, the sound light and musical, a melody I wanted to claim as mine. I imagined standing beside her, making her smile like that, watching those beauty marks crinkle with laughter. She didn't know me. Not yet. But I knew her. I knew every inch of her now-the way her body curved, the scent she carried, the way the sunlight loved her skin. She was cute. She was gorgeous. She was perfect. And most importantly, she was mine.
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I stood there staring at her for what seemed like hours, I was snapped out of my daze when she waved her hand across my face. I smiled in embarrassment, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. I must be dreaming.

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