BATTLE OF HEARTS (ON HOLD)

Dawn gulped at the sight of him. She had not prepared herself for what she would meet Damn you Anna
Giving him a once over she almost drooled.
He had semi-wet hair longer and darker than its normal dark brownness. His shoulders were broader muscular and tonned, the tight copper pullover outlined his abs taking her back to the then developing version she once knew. His long lean legs extended showing of his thigh muscles and skinny legs which had him rising to 6'7. He was the real definition of take out sex.

He hated how cold she could get yet he was the one that forced her to acquire such traits.
Once was, still is.
She had grown to a fine woman with a vile tongue, emotionless eyes and a corrupted heart. She had schooled her once responsive features to vagueness and complete, obliqueness.

'You broke me,' her speech faltered as a tear streaked her cheek, 'wasn't that enough! Isn't that enough!'

He looked at her disbelievingly as the pain of a decade washed his insides punching his gut from her eyes. He must have crushed her.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair, both hands, her brain no longer active and heart finally at ease. The constant ache in it finally in a thousand years, dulled.
He was kissing her like the world would separate them again and it had the tears streaming from her eyes increase their flow.
He tasted the same; mint, apple and a bit of citrus from a far and his scent... By god that would be her undoing. He still used the same fragrance she always knew. His hands still felt the same and did their work precisely. Never had any one appreciated her body like he had.