Mine Alone: you belong to me
The door flew open.
"Jeez, are you all right?"
Her hand was caught by two large ones and gingerly inspected. For a thrilling moment she thought he was going to kiss them better, but he didn't.
A girl could dream, though, couldn't she?
Now that the door was completely open, she could get a better look at him. He was a lot younger than his profile suggested, and he oozed masculine power. He was tall, with a chest built for manual labor and shoulders for leaning on. Dark stubble dappled his chin, and his black, tousled hair needed a comb run through it. Or her fingers.