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She really is so cute.
My smile felt like a physical weight on my face, a pleasant ache from ear to ear, as I flopped onto my bed.
Butterflies churned in my stomach, sending a frantic, joyous flutter inside me.
And, of course, it was all because of her.
The memory of her hug, a simple embrace, still clung to me like a warm aura.
I could still feel her lingering presence, the phantom brush of her touch against my skin.
She’s a completely different woman around me—a metamorphosis I found endlessly captivating, a facet of her I cherished above all else.
Yes, I craved to be the sole architect of that transformation, the only one capable of eliciting such raw vulnerability.
I wanted to be the single person who could make her feel like a goddess, radiating untouchable allure, or make her blush with just a stare.
My blushing mess. My princess.
When I’d hugged her back, her gaze had lifted, those eyes locking onto mine.
Only I knew the fierce battle raging within me, the white-knuckled grip I held on my raw desire to simply claim her lips, to taste her.
I hadn’t a clue what thoughts swirled behind her eyes as she met my gaze, but the sight of her, framed in that moment, was exquisitely cute.
She thought I wouldn’t feel her gaze?
And then, as if waking from a dream, I opened my eyes to the lingering image of her blushing face, painted vividly against the dark of my eyelids.
My hand instinctively went to my chest, pressing against the frantic rhythm beneath.
“Please stop beating so fast, you damn heart.” I mumbled, the words a silent plea to the wild drum corps within me.
The memory of her eyes, wide and searching as my fingers had idly lingered on her skin, resurfaced.
I could still distinctly smell the delicate fragrance of her hair, like a faint, sweet whisper in the air around me.
A soft chuckle rumbled in my chest, unbidden, as another incident flashed through my mind.
Her ‘Noice.’ It was so distinctly, utterly her. From that moment on, I swore, I was also going to say ‘Nice’ as ‘Noice’.
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