22. ROMY
Alistair stands in front of me, more desirable than ever. And yet, with his grey T-shirt and simple black jeans, he doesn’t seem to have made any effort for it. But it’s in the details that the important things lie: his hair is impeccably styled, his beard trimmed, his clothes hug his body to reveal its strengths – broad shoulders, muscular biceps, powerful thighs. And then there’s everything else: the angle of his cheekbones, his square jawline, his full lips, his burning eyes… not to mention his smile. Currently, his mouth is almost sealed, as if thinking about a secret that only he knows. He takes a step forward, which isn’t much in the space we’re in, but I feel like the room is suddenly shrinking. I become more aware of my own breath, of my racing heart. I also have the impression of
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