“From the first moment he'd seen her, sitting with her friends at a table in the street-corner café, he'd been a goner. He'd looked up from the delivery he was making for the grocer, and she'd smiled at him, just like they were old friends, and then she'd laughed and blushed into her cup of tea, and he'd known that if he lived to be a hundred years old he'd never see a more beautiful vision. It had been the electric thrill of love at first sight. That laugh of hers that made him feel the pure joy he remembered from being a kid; the way she smelled of warm sugar and baby oil; the swell of her breasts beneath her light cotton dress-”
Book:The Secret Keeper
