There was no mistaking the utterly gorgeous woman, walking amongst the bland inhabitants of the dreary town, was immortal. Her beauty was striking; the golden locks, and the unblemished cream and roses that were her skin contrasted against the forest that was becoming a faint blur in the background. Such a sight was breathtaking; it made my knees shake, and my stomach do somersaults. A rational explanation for my reactions to such a beauty would be for fear – fear that this creature would not let such a tiny town exist for more than 20 minutes. The real reasoning behind my actions was the unfamiliar, unrequited attraction I felt for this peculiar woman. Her incredibly long legs, perfect body, and delicate features drew me in; but what caused such a strong attraction was not the toothpaste-ad smile, or the way her lips moved so gracefully when she spoke; no, it was the way her eyes captured mine, and I knew that I was her prisoner. However, there was no doubt that I would succumb to the goddess that sauntered her way through the small crowd forming in the school car park, and all I could do was stare at that perfect ass that fit ever-so-snugly into those black skinny jeans.
Damn it Alison, what have you gotten yourself into this time? The words ghosted through my mind, and I hadn't an answer for the hollow question that would seemingly haunt my mind for weeks to come.
