Ruby
Caleb was standing with idle grace, holding the car door open like a true gentleman. He was dressed to the nines in a sexy, black Armani suit that complemented his masculine physique. Combine all of that with a sultry look, he looked glorious. I could scarcely breathe. It got me thinking, ‘How on earth could a man like him possibly be real’?
He was too perfect, too good to be true. I wasn’t sure why I was looking for fault all the time or why I couldn’t just thank my lucky stars that I had a perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was because I didn’t feel as if I measured up to him. I thought, if I could find even the smallest fault, just one, Caleb would seem like a real human being and not like some God-like figure that I’d placed on a golden pedestal.
“You’re gonna be a little overdressed
