In the midst of an angel
My lips parted as my eyes drink in the man standing right in front of me
He was tall, taller than William.
He is wearing a black Tee shirt that laved his chiseled hard broad muscles that were more muscular than William's.
No wonder the shirt I was wearing look so baggy on me since its' his. He is fucking huge.
I look small like an elf standing in front of him.
I caught a glimpse of the tattoos adorning both of his forearms when he placed his hands on the waist of his blue jeans.
Damn, that's fucking hot.
My eyes traced from his jet black hair which looks deeper than the night to the features of his perfectly sculptured face. A dark stubble of beard shadows his perfect jawline that will make any woman go crazy.
I think I am staring at an angel. He looks unearthly beautiful like he is one of the falling angels that stumbled from heaven and fell on earth.
"How can I help you?" He asked
Not only that he looks angelic. His voice is so calm, so soothing like a morning breeze.