A key. Such a simple thing. To open a lock. Open a door. Or open a heart to its hidden desires.
Her witty humour and caramel eyes, tempting figure and more than tempting legs. Her gapped tooth grin, her sensitive nature, her professionalism. Her taste and charm, grace and elegance. Her forgiveness and kindness, her intelligence and wisdom. Her sensitivity, intensity and depth of emotion. Her looks of longing and sleepless nights. Her spirit, the touch of her hand, the feel of her lips. All things he desired, all things he cherished. She was his undoing, she was his key.