(JORDAN)
My Rose.
The second I laid eyes on her, it was as if my breath was knocked out of my lungs and I welcomed the burn it caused inside.
She wore an exuberant midnight-blue gown that fit her curves to perfection. Only when the material reached down her thighs did it flow around her ankles and down to her feet. Its intricate lace design ran along the entire length of the dress. As she walked through the crowd, light danced off the surface of the glittering mesh on her dress.
From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Fuck, she was the only thing beautiful enough to ever stop my heart as she did now.
I was lost in the moment. No. I was lost in her.
Her eyes were like the deepest of oceans, holding me captive. I could dive into the bright blue oceans of her eyes and stay there, never wanting to come up for air.
How could someone look so fucking hot yet so damn cute?
