In the Kalahari our eyes met and I melted. My knees would buckle if I wasn’t already sitting.
For a second there, I thought he was about to jump into the car through the open window and tear me apart, but I didn’t care – he was just that beautiful.
Young, three-four month, maybe less, but by his amber eyes you could clearly see why he is up for the throne of the king in this desert.
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