Little starfish hands spread wide to gently touch my cheek, her skin so achingly soft. Lashes arch above the deepest innocence, eyes seal grey one minute, hazel the next. The most perfect rosebud lips emit heavenly sighs and sweet giggles.
I suffer from wanderlust, complicated by a serious case of job-that-pays-too-little.
"Kat" is a highschool nickname reincarnated at a job 10 years later by a complete stranger. Maybe it's in the eyes...
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