Chapter Seven-Ike

Wow.

Just.

Wow.

I had moved to sit on the couch where Cleo had been sitting. It was still warm and smelled like sunscreen and honey. I felt kind of creepy, sitting there with my eyes closed, breathing in her scent that lingered around the room. But I couldn't help myself. She just smelled so fucking good.

Oh god, was she beautiful.

Soft, wavy brown hair that fell down her back. Wide, almond shaped, burnt orange eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes. She wore no makeup, exposing cinnamon colored freckles that littered her face. I loved the way her lips were shaped, the top was a little thinner, with a defined shape, the bottom was thicker and begging to be bitten.

I would murder to get my hands on her body. She was shorter and thick, her body curvy everywhere I wanted it to be. She held her chin high in the air, like she was ready to take on an entire army. She also obviously had a thing with eye contact, because she seemed a little salty that I made her look away first.

I closed my eye