Her curls trimmed around her face, allowing the waved fringe to take over her forehead. Her eyeliner, perfectly winged and even, and her eyes... oh her eyes...
that's when I looked at her arms...
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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.