She looked up and there he was. Walking up to the other end of the bar – the perfect man. His dusty brown hair just long enough to get messy if she ran her hands through it and hanging like curtains around his deep dark eyes. His nose lead down from there to kissable lips surrounded by just the hint of stubble. She could feel those lips on her own from over here.
What good is kissing if you arenβt hugging too.
