He has known her all his life.
For as long as he can remember, and further back still.
Whenever he wanted to summon up beauty, it was her. A perfect face fringed with straight dark hair. Sweet, adorable brown eyes that he could fall into and lose himself. An exquisite smile playing on the most kiss-able lips.
An achingly desirable body that could not be faulted. Gorgeous throat and shoulders, delicious breasts, sweet curving hips, and a rear so heavenly that it must have been forged by angels. Shapely legs, toned and elegant – with the most irresistible pale thighs and such gloriously sculpted calves and ankles.. Her skin utterly flawless, calling out for his touch.
He imagined her standing next to him, her head resting against his chest, the scent of her hair making his toes curl, his hands upon her tiny waist. He imagined her voice, the timbre, the accent, the vowels like honey. He could hear her liquid laughter, full of fun. He knew her warmth, her intelligence, and her wit. She made him smile so often in his head.
He has clothed her a million times. Sheath-like dresses that accentuated every curve, every line, every statement her peerless figure made. Heels that made her extraordinary legs breathtaking. Simple jeans and T-shirt that left her loveliness heart-stoppingly pure. High boots and micro skirts. Lingerie seductive and wicked. A collar at her throat. Her wrists and ankles circled by leather.
He has undressed her a million times.
When she glided so unexpectedly into his life it was if she had stepped out of his soul and become impossible, wondrous, unique flesh and bone. Rare and exotic, yet intimately familiar. He should have rejoiced.
Except that she was no longer his and never would be again.
All he can give her are the words she left behind.
He hopes she will keep them safe..