Gav was relaxing in the bath while thinking of ways to woo Dara. He closed his eyes and imagined the woman.
Her plump lips were naturally red like cherries. They seemed sweet.
'Those lips are surely sweet because Dara Stone has never been kissed...' he thought dreamily.
'Stop it, Gavreel Ackers III! Don't concentrate on Dara's lips! The mouth is fine. Look at the eyes!' he scolded himself sternly. 'Yes! Think of the best ways to make Dara remove her eyeglasses! Please, Dara Stone, attach these contact lenses to your eyes?'
Gav stood up. While dripping, he snatched the hanging towel. He faced himself at the mirror.
'Tsk! tsk! You're a grown-up man, Gav! Stop dreaming about the girl! The important thing is to have her marry you! It would be for your grandfather!'
Gav shaved his moustac
