~19~~
Bella watched his hair as the morning breeze played with it. She wanted to reach out and touch it.
She'd gotten so much closer to him; he was only about ten feet in front of her now.
At this distance, she could make out all the subtle variances in his glorious mane. It was red… bronze… gold—the early morning sun picking up each individual highlight as the breeze tussled it.
She could only imagine the sensation of tussling it herself… with her fingers… after they'd had hot, passionate—
Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he turned around.
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