Eyes, I’ll take the blue ones every time.
Brownish blond hair, body thin but toned. Masculine. Like the one I’m watching. He looks so dashing in the snow wearing his navy blue pea coat with the collar turned up; his signature tussled hair that says, I just got out of bed but I’m willing to go back if you’ll join me.
The sight of him always makes my spirits bright. As he approaches up the snowy steps I whisper, Kertus Edney Peasley, all I want for Christmas is you.
But I’m nine years older than him. Female.
And I’m his boss.