CAITLYN
She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them.
Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches.
'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused.
He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.
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