And he has dark curly hair that he doesn't know exactly how to style but nevertheless the curls look great on him. I could run my fingers through them second after second with his head on my belly and my fingers intertwined with his hair.

And he has these hazel eyes that look brown from afar but once he starts staring into your soul with them you can see the green. Sometimes they won't always be one color either, they'll shift from green to gold to brown and then back to hazel. God the eye contact he makes with me is enough to make me melt and he knows what he's doing.

And I enjoy when he has stubble on his face, patchy and not quite grown in all the way but it's soft and frames his face nicely. There's a metaphor in that somewhere.

And his smile, he doesn't have to try hard to come off as charming, his smile says it all, like he knew he was gonna be a star at a very young age and he's perfected it. A panty-dropping smile that's adorable yet mischievous.

And he's got a tattoo on his bicep that I like to trace if we cuddle.

And the small details about him is what keeps me around. I want to know every small detail about him.

He's just a friend.

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