![]() ![]() ![]() There’s a catch in my breath, and so much pride welling in my chest as I duck my head in a slight nod. He looks hot as sin, his eyebrows slanted as he looks piercingly into my eyes, a half smile playing on his beautiful lips-lips that are full and lush, and very, very wicked. I try to smile when he stops before me, towering over me, dark and gorgeous. So beautiful, I can’t believe beauty like that exists.Īnd then he’s three steps closer, his voice so near. I drink him up like a starved woman, six feet plus of pure fantasy, all packaged in a real man-beautiful beyond belief. ![]() She smiles and continues snapping pictures. Acknowledged.Īlison spots me and snaps my picture. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever told myself to do.īut I exit the room, and watch him with every step I take as I head back to the crowd-everyone waiting to greet him. “Now get out there, and say hello to him, and smile.” And I just look at myself in the mirror-and whisper, “Breathe.” I shut my eyes, lean forward, and breathe again. ![]() So I steal into the ladies’ room to find it vacant. But landing in the USA felt bittersweet-it’s the home I love, where I was born and want to die, and fell in love, but also the country that’s led by the man I love and am trying desperately to get over. ![]()
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