She wanted.

His fingers trailing her nape.

His firm hands turning her to face him.

She wanted to feel his coarseness.

To finally feel release.

She wanted to see his olive skin.

The veins on his hands.

She wanted to unravel.

And I cannot explain.

What she saw in a man she didn’t know.

Even the name of.

But in his eyes.

There was a wildness.

She needed to meet.

So heaven help her.