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                                         ❀•❀•❀

𝙔/𝙉 𝙋•𝙊•𝙑
The excruciating feeling of wanting someone who you couldn't have, someone twice your age, someone that would probably laugh at the confession of your crush on them.

All you could do was stare with desperate eyes and frankly unholy thoughts. Her gown sculpted her body so perfectly, I was practically drooling ready to get down on my knees and do anything she wanted to do; that thought itself almost pushed me to my clima-

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?" She questioned concerned about the zoned-out state I was in

"𝗢𝗵 𝙪𝙝 𝗬-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲" Stuttering at the word '𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩' that sent my heart beating a million times faster

"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸? 𝗜'𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲" She said examining her figure in the mirror

I gasped taking genuine offense to her doubt, that red looked divine on her with her chocolate brown hair in wavy loose curls and the dainty silver jewelry that laid on her glowy skin so perfectly.

"𝗜-𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂" I complimented

Our eyes locked for a second I could've sworn I saw a slight blush appear on her cheeks but maybe it was my imagination, I could never make a woman like her blush, she gets tons of compliments from everyone all the time.

"𝗬-𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗼?" She continued to examine her figure nodding her head in approval "𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂,𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲"

Now it was my turn to blush but this time it's definitely not my imagination. I lower my head trying to hide my rosy cheeks, all i can think about is that she thinks I'm beautiful.

"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗬/𝗡 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She complimented with a wink

My whole face is red at this point, the wink, the compliment; this woman wants to kill me.

She slowly walked towards me until we were a few inches apart "𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹" She spoke in a low almost whispering tone sending goosebumps all over my body

Grabbing my waist and pulling us closer, if that was even possible, she brings her lips to my ears "𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲" She then lets go of my waist walking towards the door

"𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲" Walking out as if she didn't send a tsunami through my body, I couldn't even process what just happened.

As I stood there frozen, her head popped back in the door "𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗬/𝗡 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳" She walked away once again with a mischievous smirk on her face.

This woman is gonna be the death of me.

𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ✍︎︎
𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ♡︎

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