Edward
Connor looked like something out of my wildest dreams. I didn't know what to do or what to say. All I knew was I was supposed to go down on my knees and worship him for all of eternity. I would have to write scriptures and hide them in a cave somewhere for the next generation to find.
He looked like sex.
Plain and simple. His cheeks were red and the back of his neck as he looked in the mirror. I had clipped the cat ears to his hair and stood behind him.
His strong long legs looked absolutely sinful with the short skirt. It did nothing to hide his Prince parts covered in lace. However it hugged his hips perfectly that it was only now I noticed that Connor's waist was in fact snatched. He wasn't skinny by any means.
