His Voice Was Like Velvet

I fingered my cold, smooth, golden necklace and pulled the charm around front. I feel the engraved heart on it and tug for it to straighten out. I run my hands down the long, soft fabric of my sky blue dress. I straighten it out and fluff out my blonde curls. I walk out of the bathroom and find my seat at the awards ceremony that is more like a party. A tall, tan man with soft hair the color of syrup and piercing, yet kind blue eyes slides into the seat next to me.

“Hello.”

Just one word. It can feel as if you are floating on a cloud on a warm sunny day sipping on a delicious mango smoothie. His voice is smooth and deep and rich. It is just like velvet.

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