Sandra
Sandra was forced to lie on the bed next to the large man while he slept like he didn’t have a care in the world. She was annoyed with how easily he had managed to subdue her. But she was more annoyed with herself.
She stared at his calm face where he lay next to her and she felt drawn to him. He was a handsome man, even with his unkempt appearance. She might have taken him for a ride if the situation had been different. But what she was feeling staring at him was dangerously close to obsession.
She knew the color of his hair and beard and though his beard was a slightly lighter color than his long wavy hair, she could point them out on a color wheel. She was not an artist by any means, but she wished she could draw him and keep a picture of him with her. His scent was intoxicati
