I swear in that moment the world stopped spinning and all the gravity around me vanished.
I knew he was handsome, but seeing him like that took my breath away and cut me loose.
I started tracing his tattoos and every line of his upper body that I could find. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch of my fingertips. All I could think of was how lucky I am.
If I was a drawer, I would have painted him.
If I was a singer, I would have written a song about him.
But I'm just a hopeless romantic with a tiny poetic side and lots of fantasy.
He really seemed to have the body of an angel, created by God and sent from heaven.