Lost in the romance and splendour of the words that danced across the pages, Samantha soaked in the enjoyment of the adventure, happily curled up on the sofa in the den. The blanket covered her naked body, wrapping her in a warmth that comforted her like a lovers caress.   The world continued around her, oblivious to the time travel her imagination had the privilege of experiencing.<br/><br/>The only sound that broke the silence was the soft sighs from the young brunette or the crinkle of the pages as they turned to continue the adventure.  It wasn't long before her soul had been recuperated from the slight bruising of rejection. Reading had always had the power to make things right in her world, to balance her sensitive reactions and put the smile back into her eyes.<br/><br/>It wasn't how she had expected to spend the time at Beacon's party. The invading thought brought a giggle to her lips as she continued her reading pleasure. This had to be a first for the elegant home, entertaining a young woman, not with sexual activities but rather in exercising her mind, enjoying the delicate beauty of the written word.  Romance, it was in her soul, lived in her skin.  It surrounded her actions bring with it a sensuality in everything the brunette did.<br/><br/>From the simple act as walking across a room to the act of loving itself, every move, every caress dripped with sensuality calling out to those lucky enough to find themselves in her company.  When she loved, she loved with all of her heart and soul, adoring her partner with her affection and willingness to give completely.<br/><br/>Softly, Samantha turned another page as her dark eyes scanned the words boldly typed on the crisp pages of the classic tale.  Quietly the brunette continued to thoroughly enjoy Elizabeth's adventure, happy to have the privilege of witnessing once again the young woman's discovery of love.  Pulling back the blanket, Samantha slipped one leg from the blanket, resting it on top of the cashmere throw.  Her young luscious body displayed elegantly across the sofa as her long dark hair spilled over her creamy skin, allowing her hardened nipples to peak out between the long silky strands.  She was an image of beauty and grace that any man would be proud to belong to.<br/>