I was in love!
In love with a face that I thought was handsome. A man whose baritone voice sent shivers down my spine. Smiles on my face day in and day out. A man who had a perfect built, strong arms that always imagined wrapped around me holding me tight. Hands that would caress up and down my body leaving my breathless. Lips that feathered kisses to the side on my neck. Lips that I could taste upon my own that gave me life.
I would always day dream about Mr.Handsome. My girlfriends would tell me stop being a bitch and make the first move. Get off of wattpad and stop writing and go get my man.