"𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺" - Atticus
The Swedish girl Alice Ericsson is a kind and thoughtful 23-year-old who studies journalism at University of Chicago...
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Saturday. Marseille, France.
I was just in the middle of curling the last piece of my shiny hair, in the luxurious bathroom, when I saw Mick in the doorway. I stood with the back faced towards the entrance, though could see him and the doorway through the bathroom mirror. He stood there smirking, also looking at me with the help of the mirror, wearing full Haas gear. A white t-shirt and his ordinary blue cap, today backwards.
I smirked back, as we gained eye contact through the mirror. Suddenly, he giggled:
"You're so beautiful"
I felt how my whole face bursted out in the hugest smile ever at the same time as I took a piece of hair and wrapped it around the curling iron. The second after, I mimed a cute "thank you" before my and the young germans eye contact intensified, like it always did. I broke the eye contact for a short moment to release the piece of hair. I saw how it had transformed to curly and took another piece to do the same procedure.
As I was done wrapping the second piece around the heating tool, I watched in the mirror again, to look for Mick's lovely Mediterranean eyes. Though, he was not in the doorway anymore. On the short time our eyes had been separated he had made his way to right behind me. I felt an enjoyable shiver streaming through my body, as I saw how close he now was to me.
Damn, the cap backwards looks so good on him, I thought as I bit my lip for a short moment and let out the piece of hair from the iron, right prior to our eyes meeting again. We stood like that for about 30 seconds, him closely behind me, watching each other in the mirror. When half the minute had gone by, I began giggling because of how dreamy the situation was.
