She was beautiful in so many ways. His sweet, strong, yet vulnerable Lizzie.
Red was sitting in the armchair next to the bed – their bed – and he was just staring at her half-naked form as the first lights of the sun danced on her. She was lying in fetal position, hair spread on the pillow while she hugged her blanket, her left breast visible. She was so damn beautiful.
Not just because the Creator was good to her and gifted her a mesmerizing body, no.
It wasn’t beauty thatRed loved in her. If he wanted a pretty face next to him or a s*x goddess in his bed he could have chosen a less dangerous and more experienced lady friend.
But Liz was special.
She was the only one who taught him love again. To feel the real essence of life and see not just the horrible consequences but what he cou
