A short sample of a story I am working on.
Dazzling. That is what it was. The first time I really understood what dazzling meant; what it was like to be dazzled. It was unexpected. I looked up and he was there. In front of me. Smiling. He never smiles. But when he does, God you wish he keeps smiling forever.
It was bright. Like really bright. His smooth skin forming those soft ripples around that mouth of his. That deep dent like dimple, that makes you want to poke your finger in there. Just to check if that dimple is as deep as it looks, you tell yourself. But really you want to check that satin like chocolate skin of his.
When he was coming towards me smiling like that, looking like a cute teen boy instead of a 30 year old man, and I started wishing for the time to stop: I realized.