A cascade of faun wavy hair down her back, the sweet simple smile she gave him. He ignored it in the mornings and kept it far from his thoughts during the day. He was always busy, with archeology and the occasional mystery. The few days he was free he hated so immensely that he kept himself preoccupied with a waning collection of puzzle books. In the past few months he worried that he would run out but instead decided that if it came to that he could simply icreate/i his own puzzles. Anything to sway her from his mind.
He couldn't escape her in his dreams. She beckoned him, teased him with the scent of lilacs and ginger mint, and plagued him with the taste of nutmeg and saffron- sweet and bitter in the back of his mouth.
When he awoke he started the same routine, easing her from his mind. A gentleman always lets a woman go when she feels enough is enough.