He was her Golden Lion and Bäahal would be lying if she said she didn't like his mature beauty. He was older than her, perhaps, the oldest she's ever dated but he had all the charms that came with it. Jaime was confident, bold, and comfortable in his skin. He knew how to dance and since it was also more of her speed, they danced a lot together. She loved to look at the wrinkles on his face, and the veins on his hands and trace those paths with her fingers. She loved the piercing green gaze of his and the dirty blonde hair he got as he aged. Jaime was sexy, he was tremendously sexy and she couldn't escape his charisma (nor did she want to). Jaime was making her heart melt, her legs shake and the heat between her legs even hotter. She couldn't get enough of him. She couldn't get over him even if she wanted to. She was intoxicated with Jaime, his tenderness, the way he cared for her, the way he loved her. Oh, she was in love. In love with the son of a man, her father considered an enemy. interesting...."
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