soft (w)

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            YOU COULD'NT FIND A WORD

     to accurately describe weston,but when you did,it seemed to fit him ever-so perfectly

                            weston is soft

     everything about him to you made you feel at peace with him,because he was warm,he was soft.his hair a light brown in colour,his eyes are dark in colour but blinding in gaze.when they look over to you,with his toothy little smile,you feel your entire body rush with the warmth of his soul.

his voice,high and calming,is soothing-nearly impossible to ignore

he has soft sides, but despite this his hugs are firm with the build of his torso and roughness of his frail arms.his skin is warm under your touch but you don't mind.his embrace is firm and secure

you're sat on his own swivel chair at his desk,waiting for him to return from the bathroom as you ponder on his adjective.youre swaying it slightly from side to side with your feet while chewing on a pen so lost in though that it's shocking ink hasn't bursted into your mouth by now.

when he finally returns into the room,you point your pen at him and he stops mid footstep

''soft'' you say

''soft?'' he asks smiling slightly as you repeat it back to him and a demanding time

his smile widens and a small laugh escapes him
''are you saying im soft?''

"yeah.you're soft,that's your word."

weston hops on the bed to the left of you,''i like that''

"yeah?" you ask stiffening a smile,slightly proud

"yeah,i'm soft." he smiles for you this time,reaching for your hand to kiss it gently

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