He was beautiful.

Not beautiful like a woman, or a piece of jewelry, or even a rainy day.

He was just beautiful in his own way. His own genre.

Porcelain skin that was lightly tanned, and hands that have touched every part of me. Stunning blue eyes that captivate me every time I look into them. Sometimes he’ll look away, but I know that I want to look into them forever.

I smile as I trace the outline of his tattoos, they were still a little raised since they were done not too long ago. He had a scorpion on his forearm when we first met. Since then, he’s gotten two more.

He’s perfect. I want to study him forever. Analyze every part of his face. Every detail. I need to breathe him in.

He’s beautiful.