He had only encountered that deep, dream-spun shade of cobalt once in his life before, in the stained glass windows of Chartres Cathedral. He still wasn't sure which it would be as he stood before her, blocking her escape with a dark, slight smile.Īs she peered up at him fearfully from the shadowed folds of her hood, he found himself staring into the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
It skipped through his mind that when he caught up to the girl, he would either apprehend or ravish her. He had envisioned her taking off her robe and showing him her slender nakedness, but instead, she had just stood there, as though searching for someone. “Closing the distance between them, he had savored the modest allure of her walk and felt his body respond to the graceful sway of her hips as they approached the pool.
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