Remember, WIP Wed is unedited and just what I have been working on recently.
She looked up at him and every thought evaporated in his head. Every. Bleeding. Thought.
There was something about her eyes. It was the first thing he noticed about her. She might be a tough pastry chef, but there was a softness in her gaze that always made him think of lazy Sunday mornings in bed with the scent of her on his sheets.