She was beautiful, sitting there with her honey colored hair flowing down her back. The light hit it in all the right places making her look like a goddess. And even though her back faced me, I knew she was beautiful.
She was the one.
Diligently, she picked up her cup and took a sip before placing it down again. I had to admit, I was slightly jealous of the cup. It got to touch her soft virgin lips when all I could do was watch. Watch this one lovely girl from across the street, half hidden by a telephone pole, through the window of a
Coffee shop.
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Coffee Shop
Novela JuvenilHe knew that it was wrong. His unnatural obsession with this girl but he couldn't stop himself. She reminded him of her and he couldn't let go. So everyday it became a daily routine of his. Wake up, get the mail, head out and follow Bree. He meant h...
