Elizabeth’s POV
Wow was the first word that came to mind.
A few feet from me stood a man with the deepest pools of ocean-blue eyes. His curly black hair was tied up in a man's bun, and his frame was crafted like a Greek god. His face must have been crafted by angels because it was flawless. He was blessed with a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose. My eyes had moved to his lips, and I couldn’t help but wish I could taste those plump, salacious, ruddy lips.
Oh my, is the smell coming from him?
“Elizabeth?” His voice was music to my ears, and I became still.
“Hmm?” I was so enchanted by him that I didn’t even notice what he had called me.
“Elizabeth? Is that you?” He asked again, his husky voice sending chills down my body, ending at my core. I looked at him as he ca
