I’d recognize her with my eyes closed. She has her own mien, and just her presence fills my stomach with knots. That sweet, angel-like voice that can break any silence, and the way she enters a room without making a single sound.
Oh, and that exquisite lavender scent she carries with her every where she goes. The slightest movement or even a wave of her hair fills the room with that overwhelming aroma that makes my mouth water.
The tingle that runs through my entire body, with the slightest touch of her smooth, unscathed skin against my own. And the way we lay close together, two separate beings, with two separate hearts, beating as one. I’d recognize her even with my eyes closed...
