She looked rumpled, like a warm bed.
Her dark hair tousled around her pale face, her dark eyes melting around her pupils. She smelled comfortable, her natural scent filling my nostrils, clean cotton saturated with body heat, lavender oil and delicate sweat. Her small frame was full in all the right places, her jeans loved her legs and her breasts snuggled under her sweater. All senses buzzed while in contact with her. Her thick eyelashes brushed her brow bones underneath defined brows. Her lips glistened, a rosy dew wet from her tongue. Her voice was soft, she spoke quickly, her lips uneven on one side, tilted, crooked as she smiled.