14. Daybreak
In the first rays of a Rwandan sunrise, she is stunning. The virgin shafts of light trace delicate patterns over her skin, illuminating the delicate beads of sweat clothing her nakedness. It gilds her hair a beautiful shade of brown that he didn't even know existed. He is consumed with the need to touch her, but resists.
And then there are her eyes. Dark and smoky with the remnants of sleep, they are highlighted beautifully by the dazzling beams of the rising sun.
When she smiles at him, those dark eyes dancing, he finds he cannot resist touching her any longer.
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