Short Romance Stories

A Small Chunk Of Feelings

       

I had a glimpse every now and then. With my favourite novel covering half of my light brown face. I had more chance to look at him.

I was being cautious, maybe too cautious.

He was standing there with his light blue flannel and his white t-shirt. With Dark blue jeans and black glasses he always wear. Some black locks reaching to his collar. His large pale hands holding some kind of history book up to his chest. Leaning against the bookshelves with admiration to the book he's reading.

My heart raced at how attractive his quietness can be and how often he can smile so lightly just because of the book hes reading.