﹒ ◠ 𝓓𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝓓𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⊹ ﹒
Like any other drastic changing teenage life which involves of course an older guy with a large age gap.
˖🫐⋆࿐໋. "i came across those autumn eyes in a dream." ──★ ˙ ̟👼🏻!!
I was in his class again, drooling at his face practically, i swore a fly went inside my mouth with how long my lips had been parted for. He was more enchanting than a deer, no not enough. He was more enchanting than Lana Del Rey's music. More enchanting than ultraviolence.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍥˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
How is it possible that someone that pretty is mine? I get to kiss him whenever i want, touch him whenever i want and i simply forget that. But the only thing is i can't touch him, nor kiss him, nor really doing anything with him because of our oblivious age gap and the school obviously, i rolled my eyes thinking of the thought.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍥˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
"Don't roll your eyes at me Delilah." It took a while to get back into reality and to gain the consciousness i once knew, instead of swimming in those depthy thoughts.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍥˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
"Huh?" I questioned him, my pen lid on my lips, my eyes tracing his every delicate, godly move.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍥˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
"Say it in German." He commanded me, trying to be sternly professional but loosing it with that teasing smile and lecherous tone.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍥˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
"Say what?" I tilted my head, confused sincerely because i was too distracted by my lengthy thoughts.
