He’s looking out the window. Late twenties, early thirties. The evening sunlight is hitting his slightly tanned skin, causing his features to stand out. His eyes are blue, and his hair is short and messy brown. His eyes are distant, and he looks wry.His cheeks are chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose is perfectly symmetrical. His lips are slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlight the dimples in his cheeks and chin. his lips are like sweet berries, and his cologne is as strong as midnight sex. His eyes are big blue and daring. His frame is so firm and perfectly fit as specales of sweat run down the cuts of his abs. His hair is like deep waves that I wouldn’t mind riding. His touch is soft and gentle, but yet strong and seductive. His breath is like steaming hot bath water as it brushes the side of my neck.