by: Mina Rivera
I could only look at his profile, his nose was straight and his jaw was square with a scattering of stubble, as if he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, it was a shade darker than his hair and he had the longest, thickest eyelashes I had ever seen.
I stared at him because his face, so different, so similar, was devastatingly beautiful. This was a face you’d never expect to see, except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine or painted by an old master as the face of an angel.
Suddenly he looked up and I lost my ability to breathe.
*Mina has posted a second teaser for this outtake to her blog! You can read it here.
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