Deliver Her From Eden

He was clean cut and remarkable.
He expressed his thoughts with such brevity and she admired his straightforwardness.
His plum tinted skin soaked in the rays of sun whenever they decided to venture out from underneath their sheets.
Being entangled within his arms made her feel at home and nothing else ever felt so secure.

He was clean cut and remarkable.

She was a mess.
What could he possibly see beyond her stained windows?
Did he notice the chimney stemming from her broken roof?
Had he not noticed quite yet, that her heart was an inferno?

He was remarkable.
And she was a mess.
But he loved the way her hips swayed in her yellow sundress.

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