Vanessa
I raise my hand without thinking; the gesture comes naturally. As if my body has moved ahead of my mind.
Alexander is still in front of me, still, attentive, with that gaze that seems to read too much and say too little.
The dimness of the room makes every line of him more intense, and then I truly observe him.
His bare chest is strong, broad. Marked by a masculine firmness that doesn't need to be displayed to be noticed. His shoulders seem to bear the weight of the world with ease. His arms are large, defined, tense even at rest. Lower down, his abdomen is outlined in the dim light, hard, clean, powerful. There is something profoundly s****l about him, not vulgar, not obvious. Just… masculine. A physical presence that commands respect effortlessly.
I place my other hand
