Luis

Another description, but this was based on the first time we met in high school.

There he was, a boy she'd never met standing tall and talking to her friend. He smiles, her friend speaks to her but her mind is to distracted by the look in his eyes to hear so she responds with an agreement. In the moments her friend introduced them her eyes took in his presence. They wondered down from his black hair to the loving soul behind his deep brown eyes falling down to the little dimples around the smile that lay across his lips, sliding down the definition of his jaw. She looked down the stressed muscles of his neck across his broad chest and down the curves and scars of his arms and body. Her eyes took in his wide hips and tried to move past the obvious bulge of his groin to the strength in his legs firmly planted on the ground and all the way back up to his eyes. There was something different, unique about this young man that she couldn't quite grasp. Perhaps it was the passion held in his eyes when looking at her, or how oddly familiar he was. Maybe it was the way he carried himself contradicting the pain behind his eyes. When he shook her hand her whole body tingled as if to tell her he was the most important person in the world, or maybe it was just lust at first sight. Either way, she knew she wanted to know everything about him.