Those eyes were as blue as the ocean in bora bora,they were so captivating that i found myself getting lost in them. I couldn't look away no matter how much i tried, his eyes had a hold on me. It was an attraction i just couldn't resist. His mesmerising eyes were complemented with features so god like. His face was something blessed by the gods , jaw so sharp that i worried if touched i would get cut, cheekbones so carved, lucious pink lips soo kissable, hair styled in a quiff and he had some stuble growing damn was that a turn on. He was dressed in a black coat, dress pants,he wore dress shoes,leather gloves and had a navy blue scarf wrapped around his neck. I must say that his outfit was on point since i have a weak spot for men who can dress well. But all i could think of was boy what was underneath that coat. I imagined muscles oh dear lord a six pack,biceps and damn maybe some tattoos. Oh my god i was turned on beyond imagination by a blue eyed stranger.
YOU ARE READING
The train ride home
General FictionDamn this man,i wanted him,i needed him,if him just looking at me is making me weak. I don't know what will happen if he spoke or touched me. (ReaderxCharacter) Inspired from a scene in the movie shame.All characters in this short story are fiction...