His eyes were legitimately piercing, in a way that made my heart ache. His whole face made my heart ache. Swallowing the dryness that had built up in my throat, I obediently hustled over, letting him sit beside me. He was one big boy, his shoulders brushing against me as we sat. That tiny bit of contact drove me nuts, and I tried so hard to ignore it. I snuck glances at his portrait, and became slightly breathless at how pretty his dark eyelashes looked.
He must've felt my eyes lingering on him, as he turned to look at me. Blushing, I broke my gaze and looked down at my iPod, pressing play.
Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me..
To my horror, I'd forgotten to plug my earphones into my device, and the whole bus became an audience to my rather provocative music. Heads turned to look at me.
If I hadn't already been blushing, my face was now boiling, the boy beside me chuckling, his dark eyes glinting.
"Great music." He commented.
I gave him a weak smile, pulling my hoodie over my head and burying myself in it.
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Short StoryThey first met at a bus stop, completely by accident. The few stolen glances slowly snowballed into brief conversations which slowly bloomed into something more. They never were supposed to fall for one another, but that boy somehow melted her ice w...
