Caressa's POV
Michyle took a swig of his drink and watched as her complexion deepened with a blush. She was beautiful. He wanted to untie her hair and see it frame her body.
“So, what made you want to meet me?" Michyle could hear a huskiness in her voice that surprised him. He swallowed past a raw lump in his throat.
“Your beautiful image," he admitted.
“Tell me about the image." Caressa took another sip of her drink.
“You were standing against a tree in the forest dressed in white. The cloth was so vibrant against your complexion. Your face was… exquisite." Michyle paused. “But, as great as that picture is, it doesn't compare to you in person."
“Were you nervous to come and meet me?" Caressa asked.
“No, not really. I had already met dozens of others."
“Oh." Caressa looked di
