All I can think about is how she can make or brake my day, as she jumps into my arms.
All I can feel is her body, glued to mine.
Her head leans against my shoulder, and I have her snug up against the dilapidated old wall down by the beach.
Her lips, soft, wet, hot. Her eyes, with a twinkle and a flash of naughty.
Even her knees, sticking out of her ripped jeans, are sexy.
No nonsense, no make-up, no fancy jewelry, except that one piece of shining white gold.
She is so beautiful. So like the diamond set deeply into that band of gold.
And so not mine.
I am her future husband’s best man.
Posted on January 31st on:
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