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He approached me, walking with his black Armani suit. The perfect fit for his Greek god sculpted body. Prominent muscles, exceptional etiquette and breathtaking eyes. This man was a nightmare for all, but in my eyes he was the only one that brought my dreams to life. His hands roam over my shoulder, slowly caressing my skin up to my cheek. The contact of his skin against mine felt as if he was molding me for him, making me adjust to him in many ways possible. "Let's go, Cara" He said, before lowering his lips down to mine and taking all my breath away with his lips over mine.