Steamy Dreams
They were as clear and blue as the shallows of a Caribbean beach, and so expressive that he never tired of watching her.
He had never thought he would ever feel such passion like this again - not after the tragic death of his wife. And yet here he was, in the middle of a war zone. Here he was, finding the one thing unlooked for, the one thing least likely to grow in a hellhole, like a rose springing up from concrete. Love...or some intoxicating variation of it. In the middle of a war-torn capitol city, that's what he had found.