For a second, I stood frozen, as if time had stopped, and it was only the two of us that mattered. I refused to blink, afraid that if this was a daydream, I’d lose him.
The man was still as dashing as ever; distance and time have dealt kindly with him, and he only looked too good to be true, like a prince in a fairytale.
He was in a gray dress shirt and tailored black pants. His perfectly groomed hair was gelled to the back with only a single strand dangling across his face, and my hands itched to reach out to tuck it behind his eyes.
His eyes shone under the moonlight, and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes that my legs threatened to give way.
I don’t know if it was the moon that was making me horny, but I saw his muscles bulging in those shirts and his button trying despe
