Angelina +h.s.

II

A few days had passed since the hookah bar and I hadn't stopped thinking about that gorgeous girl. Woman. She was a true godsend.

I could see her smooth skin every time I shut my eyes. The way the colored lights mixed with the caramel melanin soaking her skin. It sent chills down my body just thinking about how soft her lips looked. I want nothing more than just to look at her one more time. That alone would be a privilege.

I sat in the library working on a paper, tapping my pen rapidly as I thought about my weekend. I looked up at the clock displayed on the wall across from me, when someone caught my eye. Those soft legs and petite frame. It was her.

She stood there, walking with her hand outstretched, touching every spine of every book until she found the one she was looking for. I watched carefully from afar, noticing how she grabbed her lip in her fingers as she concentrated, pulling a red book from the shelf and reading the back.

I noticed what she was wearing. Light wash straight jeans that hugged her hips perfectly with a thick black belt, a tight green turtle neck that showed her stomach, which was adorned with an simple piercing, and furry black sandals with white socks.

She was too beautiful to comprehend.

I didn't think I had enough courage to approach her until I subconsciously got up and started following her as she left her spot to walk down a different aisles of books.

I didn't realize I had done this until I saw her at the end of a row, reaching on her tip toes to pull a thick book from the shelf.

I ran down to help, not even sure what I was going to say. I was completely out of my element.

Girls I went for in high school were non existent. I was too reserved to ever even approach a female, let alone someone as striking as this girl.

She was strong and exuded sexuality. I was a tall, lanky boy with bed head.

Yet here I was, standing behind her, wanting so badly to reach out and help her. My body froze though and I couldn't move to save my life. Even when my mind screamed to just take my hand and grab that damn book, I stood still, heart beating way too fast. Maybe I was having a heart attack? What even are the warning signs of one. Probably the things I'm experiencing right now. I'm probably gonna just fall over and die right in front of her.

"Here lies the body of Harry Edward Styles on the campus library floor. He was so scared to talk to this beautiful woman, he keeled over and died. RIP"

Before I could even process what was happening she turned around. I knew I was sweating and I think my eyes were wide in fear, like a dear in headlights. But instead of laughing at me, she smiled, two deep dimples popping out at me.

I shook my head slightly, bringing myself to this moment and I smiled back at her. Not a very confident one, more of a simple grin out of habit.

"Well hello again" she laughed and clutched that red book to her chest, leaning her weight onto her left leg.

She remembered me.

"Hi" I gave a little wave and mentally yelled at myself. That's all I could come up with?

"You didn't see me struggle to grab that big ole book up there did you" she gave a little chuckle and I laughed, finding my voice.

"Oh... Um, well actually yeah" I laughed and scratched the back of my neck.

I reached up and grabbed the book, handing it to her. When I did so our hands touched and they were soft like I thought they'd be. I wanted to hold them and kiss them.

"Oh! Thanks so much." She smiled again and I took this time to notice more about her appearance. She had a nose ring and multiple up her ears. Not too many though, the perfect amount for her delicate body.

She screamed confidence and that scared me. I didn't.

"Yeah of course" I quietly said, being sure to give a little friendly smile again, which she returned.

"Oh, I have to get going but I'll see you around." She gave a little wave and off she was.

I watched carefully again as she left. She smelt like vanilla and cherry and her lips were glossy and left me wanting nothing more than to just kiss them. I felt like they tasted like coconut lip gloss.

She was too much to handle. Too beautiful. Just watching her leave had me grasping for her.