When we first met a few days ago, I can honestly admit I was instantly attracted to him. But there was something different about him today that made me want to get to know him more. A silent sadness begging to be lightened, a broken soul secretly looking to be repaired, the shadow of man who obviously used to be so much more alive.
All those parts of myself that I usually keep hidden—he wears those parts on the outside.
Forget snarky and rough-edged Beck; he seems to have flown the coop today.
Maybe it’s the enclosed space of the room, but I feel like a fool around him.
Maybe it’s the warm, spicy scent of his strong body.
Maybe it’s that he reminds me of every dream of which I felt I never deserved.