Rocks and Robbery

Happy birthday to DaoistPh8nDA!

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Roxana hummed a melody on her way back home, forgetting about the pain in her leg and all the troubles she was in. What on earth had just happened? Who was that man? Hair like silk, skin like satin, eyes like jewels, and lips like rose petals. He even smelled good. Like mint and masculinity.

"Oh," she shivered. She must have lost her mind under the water. 

For a moment she thought she had died and gone to heaven. Only an angel could look like that. But she was a thief. Heaven was no place for her.