The black bristles of the brush I took from Damian’s bathroom counter glided through the soft waves of my waist length red hair. I didn’t know what Damian had planned for the day so I decided to go with a style I knew wouldn’t be a hassle, my signature high pony. I had just set down the glossy black brush when I saw him in the mirror’s reflection.
Wow... just, wow...
The faded blue jeans and white T-Shirt hit more than a few of my buttons but it was his tall and powerfully lean body inside of it that made it sexy. As striking as all that graceful power and total maleness was, it was his face that threw me... every time. Hit with all his exquisite masculinity I could only stare. How could he want to be with me? As he stared back, he altered, as if a film lifted from his eyes, revealing th
