"Just one day," Frank murmured to himself, "I'll give her back control tomorrow."
Amanda’s body wasn’t anything like the middle aged man he once was, nor was it anything like the little girl he had sadly left behind. He pinched at the skin on her arm. Frank winced at the sharp pain from the pinch. It had been so long since he'd felt physical sensations.
He looked down at Amanda's slender arms, noticing the faint freckles dotting her skin. He gasped –they were so …feminine. His heart fluttered as his eyes traced the curves of her body, from the gentle slope of her arms up to the swell of her breasts.
As he explored Amanda's body, Frank realized that he had forgotten how it felt to be young and full of life. His own body had been ravaged by years of hard labor and stress, while Amanda's seemed untouched by time.
He took in her long legs and dainty feet, marveling at how easily she glided across the room. Then he caught sight of her face in the mirror and his heart skipped a beat.
Amanda had always been beautiful, but seeing her through different eyes made him appreciate just how stunning a young woman she had become. Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and full lips.
He started to cry. How he had missed her and how he longed to be part of her life again, if only for a fleeting moment. He pressed his palms against the mirror
He reached up to touch her face, tracing his fingers along her jawline and feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
When Frank thought about all the things he could do now that he was alive again, it was the tangible things that felt most exciting.
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