EMILY
Gregory opens the door slowly, revealing a male figure. Gregory grabs my luggage and walks into the condo. Far behind him, uncertainly I walk through the door, but not as far as a welcomed guest would. With my throat all of a sudden going dry, my voice breaks as I spoke, "Noah is it?"
The sight of him...
As much as I don't want to admit it, this man standing before me, there is only one word to describe his features: gorgeous. The color of his skin is a mixture of honey and caramel. I love honey and caramel. He has a gentle look, with strong features. How is it that he has gentle lips, but such a strong, hard gaze? His cheekbones are so fairly defined. His right hand in the pocket of his slacks, a glass of brown liquid in the other. The way he stood, so suave. He seems like the
