Who would have thought.. You see the guy's reddish strands that lie beautifully on his face. He looks you straight in the eye while you're standing in front of him. His pale arms hang down, veins clearly visible as a bead of sweat runs down his face.

His tie is begging to be taken off and pulled, touching those dry but so desirable lips.

What's stopping you from doing this? His words. - I'm leaving for Spain. - Briefly and clearly, his voice is painfully cold.