Her nearly purple eyes—eyes that exactly match her sister’s—peer back at me curiously. Despite being short like Ashley, Amethyst is built like a runway model. She has high, naturally pink cheekbones and a cute upturned nose. Shoulder-length waves of hair frame her exotic face. Her tits are small but the perfect size beneath a tight white T-shirt that reveals a black bra underneath. Jeans ride low on her hips and I’m awarded a small tanned sliver of skin between her shirt and the top of her jeans. She’s all light and I am mesmerized, fucking blinded, by her sheer brilliance—like a blind man staring into the sun. I feel a reprieve from the shadowy darkness that always plagues me.“Who’s asking?”“Kasper,” I grunt out, extending my hand to her, and taking my eyes from her slender body.She beams at me and takes my hand. For a hand so small, it saturates mine with powerful energy—the good fucking kind. This woman is pure and gentle. She’s about as opposite from me as a person can get.
