I can’t help but smile. As a writer I so love this part. Come with me.
I pick his hair. *It’s thick, and run your fingers through it, black.
Then I stare into the face until his eyes focus on me. *His gaze is deep and intense, with I can read you, green eyes.
And then I have to look up. *He’s tall, looking down, at only me.
I see his lips. *They are well-defined, masculine and parted.
His face fills my vision. *With bronze skin, high cheekbones, and a stubble beard.
His nose. *Strong and bold as he inhales my perfume.
His body. *Fills his clothes impressively, all man, all mine.
His hands. *Strong, impressive, protective, and direct, as he pulls me close.
His voice. *Deep, intimate, as he says, “I waited all day for this dance with you.”
His heart. *Pursuing. He’s all yours. And Gods.
Yes. This hero can definitely work a romance story.
Tomorrow I will show you who he is pursuing.