Being Alive

Lisa walked into the resort and looked at him from across the lobby. His body was the body every woman dreamed of. His eyes pulled her in and his smile melted her heart. She was going to get to know this man who stood behind the reservations desk. Was it her hair, the rich brown long strands or the slim build of her body that he watched as each man in the lobby turned to look at? No it was the amber eyes that stole his heart. The touch of her skin like velvet. His heart was gone in that small moment in time.