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I giggled as I ran through the field in the backyard of my house — I was wearing a denim overalls dress with short, flared legs styled as overalls but cut as a romper, there was a chest pocket with floral embroidery in vibrant colors and I had a white shirt underneath the straps.
It had been a week since Mr. Brown started living with us — it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Truthfully I barely saw him — he spent most days in the room he was staying in, typing away on the typewriter. It was boring, in a way I wanted to get to know him, but at the same time I enjoyed my peace.
As I ran through the field and skipped around, enjoying the summer air, little did I know I was being watched through one of the windows in the house by a pair of blue eyes.
After some time, I walked back into the house, a little bit of sweat dripping down my forehead as I was out of breath and had ran a lot. I wiped my face off quickly and I swiped stray hairs out of my face.
As I walked into the kitchen, I was met with Mr. Brown standing by the counter, drinking some water. His gaze averts up to me and he smiles politely.
"Nice day huh?" He speaks, wiping some access water off of his smooth lips with his thumb, his fair skin glowering in the sun coming through the window.
I nod and smile shyly, "Yeah, I love summer."
I mentally roll my eyes at my reply, why would I say that?! I should've just nodded! He chuckles and shakes his head — I felt myself melt inside. Why was he so attractive and endearing?
"You love being outside huh? I can't help but notice your out there a lot." He speaks again and I smile at him, genuinely this time.
"Yeah, it's just so refreshing to go outside, I mean why else would God have created such a beautiful earth?" I tell him truthfully, not looking into his eyes as I turn around to wash my dirty hands.
If I had been looking at him, I wouldn't have missed the way his eyes wandered down to my bare legs — his eyes softening as he hears how why I enjoy going outside:
"Yeah, I agree." He replies with a certain tone I couldn't pin point. I turn back around to see him finishing his glass of water and coming over to where I was standing by the sink. He towers over me and I look up at him — I barely reached his shoulders and his arms must've been three twice the size of my own.
He reaches behind me, his chest almost touching my face as he places the empty glass in the sink. His blue eyes staring into my dark blue eyes the entire time — I don't miss the way his eyes flicker towards my lips.
He then finally steps back and smiles politely one last time before disappearing into the living room and up the stairs, back to his sanctuary.
