There were paint cans and other equipment lining the hallway. She lifted her hand and knocked softly on the door before straightening down the soft cotton of her white sundress. Hearing a deep male voice telling her to enter, she wished she'd taken time to primp before making her way here tonight. Turning the knob on a door that had seen better days, she walked inside. Her eyes fell on the man sitting behind an old desk, and she felt the breath catch in her throat. He was undoubtedly the most beautiful creature that she had ever rested her gaze upon. He had long, thick, jet-black black hair that fell across the white of his poet's shirt making a startling contrast. His wide shoulders were the kind you just wanted to rest you’re head on, because you knew they were strong enough to handle all your burdens. His face could have graced the cover of a romance novel, its contours were so incredibly perfect. She was completely floored, and when he raised those deep blue eyes and looked at her, it felt like he could see straight into her soul.
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