He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world.
And he fucks like a god.
My cheeks warm just thinking about it.
The chemistry between us?
Holy.
Fucking.
Wow.
I don't even have words for it.
The man somehow seems to know exactly what I need before I do.
It's like he anticipates every emotion, every hesitation, every moment I need reassurance.
The physical connection is...
Well.
Let's just say it's impossible to ignore.
Maybe I'm just completely, hopelessly dazzled.
Cock-struck.
The thought makes me snort out loud.
“Oh my God, Elsie.”
I clap a hand over my mouth and glance around to make sure no one heard me talking to myself.
Good.
Still alone.
I shake my head.
“No.”
I don't think that's it.
Because if it were only that...
I wouldn't miss talking to him after just minutes apart.
I wouldn’t still be replaying lunch.
The arboretum.
The way he stopped every single time I wanted to look at another flower or mushroom.
How he never once acted bored.
Not once.