He loved the way her hair was smelled, scented with vanilla and lavender drops. Her smile that dug deep into his soul, giving him a delicate feel on his arm, he was touched.
He knew she loved him, at least that's what he thought. Somehow he felt as if it wasn't enough.
He had dreamt very wild things about his hands on her body, she thought about him in vivid thoughts.
Until, that one day she knew that she would regret it. It had been three years without his glimpse. But she hadn't known of his stalkings since that cold winter night. She agreed to meet up just to hash out their feelings had they been talking over text.
He knew she loved it, she loved being with him, trailing his eyes everywhere her finger placed upon his skin.
He felt as if her aura was placed beneath his soul, but he had her hypnotized so she didn't realize a soul.
She wasn't in charge of her thoughts, he had them.
