The sweetest thing I've ever known...Was like the kiss on the collarbone...Soft caress of happiness...The way you walk, your style of dress...I wish I didn't get so weak...Baby, just to hear you speak...Makes me argue just to see...How much you're in love with me...
It was cold outside. Thankfully, Lisa Cuddy was wrapped in a blanket next to a crackling fire. She watched the flames dance in front of her eyes, casting a warm glow upon her face. She turned her gaze to her window, snowflakes were forming in beautiful patterns, sparkling when the light of the fire flickered on them. Reflecting on the beauty around her, she thought of James Wilson. Closing her eyes, she could feel his warm breath on her neck, his gentle caress on her face. She imaged laying with him, as he stroked her hair. Closing her eyes, she fell into a soft sleep, dreaming of him, because he was the sweetest thing.
James Wilson walked into his apartment, snow falling from his shoulders as he slipped his coat off. Removing the layers, one by one, he felt the warm air of his apartment on his body. The temperature outside was below freezing, he was thankful to remove the many layers he had been wearing to keep warm. Boiling the kettle, he saw steam float up from the spout to the window above, highlighting the crystal snowflakes on it. They creeped across the window like crystal lace. He thought of sparkling beauty on the window pane, and then of the beauty of Lisa Cuddy. He thought of the soft locks dropping from her head, her soft hands stroking his face. Her warm smile light up his world. Closing his eyes he knew she was the sweetest thing in his life.
It was cold outside. Thankfully, Lisa Cuddy was wrapped in a blanket next to a crackling fire. She watched the flames dance in front of her eyes, casting a warm glow upon her face. She turned her gaze to her window, snowflakes were forming in beautiful patterns, sparkling when the light of the fire flickered on them. Reflecting on the beauty around her, she thought of James Wilson. Closing her eyes, she could feel his warm breath on her neck, his gentle caress on her face. She imaged laying with him, as he stroked her hair. Closing her eyes, she fell into a soft sleep, dreaming of him, because he was the sweetest thing.
James Wilson walked into his apartment, snow falling from his shoulders as he slipped his coat off. Removing the layers, one by one, he felt the warm air of his apartment on his body. The temperature outside was below freezing, he was thankful to remove the many layers he had been wearing to keep warm. Boiling the kettle, he saw steam float up from the spout to the window above, highlighting the crystal snowflakes on it. They creeped across the window like crystal lace. He thought of sparkling beauty on the window pane, and then of the beauty of Lisa Cuddy. He thought of the soft locks dropping from her head, her soft hands stroking his face. Her warm smile light up his world. Closing his eyes he knew she was the sweetest thing in his life.