Her skin so pale, her eyes so light, her cheeks so rosy.
Her brown, golden hair spread in waves across my pillow.
Her lips parted, her pupils expanded.
Her collar dotted with marks from me. Her soft skin on mine.
I don't know who moved to who first but all of a sudden, we were kissing, her golden brown hair locked in between my fingers.
She breathed out a moan and Jesus I had to pause to just appreciate the beauty that she was.
My f*****g angel.
I couldn't fight the tilt of my lip as I pushed her to me again, my arms wrapped around her tiny body, her soft skin rubbing against mine in the most heavenly way.
My eyes were closed but I could picture it, how f*****g stunning she'd look if she was under me.
If. f*****g if.
"Archer, son, I think that's enough," the bartender- Joe, or so
