His pronounced cheekbones, his big hazel eyes, his dreamy look... He was perfect, in a subtle but classic beauty, passing incognito but increased in value when he was observed.
His lips were a satin pale pink on his exquisitely pale face, which was tanned but not too much. His hair was silky dark brown in a bedhead of wicks and loops. A healthy person would not hesitate to caress his hair and twist his curls in their fingers
The only thing that was not model-like was his physic. Not too built, he had a small semi-athletic body that allowed him to go unnoticed. However, his smaller appearance was attractive, there was something comfortable with talking to someone of the same size.
Although everything about him was appealing, there was something else, an attraction well beyond the physical. No one could explain it well, but he touched people's lives. With a smile and a few words, he was able to change the course of a person's story.
I know I would remember at least one thing, a symbol that distinguished him from everyone. On his wrist was a tattoo, a red anchor. Well designed and of an attractive red, it was a little more to the right if his inner-wrist.
That is the man who changed my life.
His name? Charlie.
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Finding Charlie
RomanceLeft with the memories of an incredible adventure with a charming man, Madison is desperate to find him, believing he is practically her soul mate. With her best friend Annie and other characters from exes to new lovers, can they manage to find him...
