The concentration in his dark brown eyes kind of surprised me. He's never acted so concentrated on one thing; one person. He always looked up after kissing my neck, or just kissing me in general, he never stared but he did look at me. That kind of look that would make me go crazy. For a guy like him, the hyper, badass, funny kid to just suddenly stop and start holding me in ways we'd laugh about on the phone. Ways, we talked about but never dared to do it. That's what I like; no loved. It drove me utterly insane.
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Cotton Candy Clarity
Short Story"Everything I say is about as clear as cotton candy."
