Wes
I’m vaguely aware of someone exiting the limo behind Colt, but never in my wildest dreams did I expect that person to be Sawyer.
Her face is still as captivating as ever, light green eyes under heavy brows, porcelain skin, the smattering of freckles barely visible beneath the makeup she’s wearing, which you might not notice unless you know to look for them.
She’s taller now, though part of that is undoubtedly due to the heels she’s wearing. And her face is thinner, more mature, though there’s a softness about it that reminds me of the fresh and innocent girl I fell in love with. Her figure is still slender, but there’s more shape to her hips and breasts, which are impossible not to notice in the floor length green dress that brings out her eyes.
Years ago, I thought Sawyer was the
