Olivia
It’s strange isn’t it how something so foreign can feel so natural?
But that’s how it felt with Wyatt in my house.
He was pottering about my kitchen, humming to himself and totally putting me off the word I was trying to do on my laptop. I kept having to stop just to watch him move. Leaning back against the chair back I took him in , the long line of his body. The white hair that was a little longer than he usually wore it , so it curled over his ears. I liked his with his hair like that. It gave me something to hold on to when his face was between my legs. Not that I didn’t like it when he dropped it either . Wyatt was a good looking man, sure the paleness of his skin and the scar like marks on it would be a turn off for some people but not me.
To me he was an Adonis.
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