59 ¦ Ravella

I gaze at his mahogany eyes,
Warm and inviting like a campfire,
His sensual stare straying to my lips
Before they lock onto my eyes.

I swallow my nerves
With an awkward chuckle.

"Guess I need two walking poles."

His voice sounds huskier, deeper.
It sets my body on fire.
"I don't mind."

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