Lucy was your girlfriend. She was just so damn gorgeous to you. Angelic, even. You would frequently catch yourself staring, just in awe of her beauty.

She had just gotten home from work, she was talking to you as she poured two glasses of wine. You couldn’t focus on what she was saying, only her face, and those hands of hers.

“Can you believe that?” She sighed, shaking her head. She looked up from the glasses, noticing your staring. “Are you even listening to me?” She scoffed, playfully.