~Theo~
Slowly, I began to strip her clothes. Her zipper slid down and the black gown slipped from her body, and pooled at her feet, revealing the most perfect creation that I’d ever seen. One that makes me have wild thoughts even when it’s all still covered up.
When I saw her this morning walking out of that hall, I hadn’t been able to hold myself back from accosting her. I’d almost lost my composure when our bodies touched again, but it was the fire in her eyes that nearly undid me. Dressed in that ridiculous mourning attire, she looked like sin wrapped in sorrow, a queen even in grief. My queen. The one woman I could never claim.
Not openly, at least.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I paused for some time.
I exhaled and shook my head. “You’re just too beautiful. I don’t think I
