All My Love (s4s)

Infatuation

Timma in the media

Shake
Currently, I'm at Akyrah's apartment. She's helping me with my homework. She's explaining some stuff we need to know for our statistics class. I take it as a chance to take in all her features.

Her eyebrows furrow when she's focused. Her nose scrunches up when she's in deep thought. Her fresh-face, so soft and smooth that not even a baby's skin could compare to it. Her juicy lips that make we want to just suck on them. Her big brown eyes that I get lost in on occasion.

She looks up at me. Then she blushes, because she realized I was staring.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just looking." I break the intense eye contact.

"So do you understand now?" she asks me with the cutest smile.

"Yeah." No.

"Good! You should do great on your test." she exclaimed, leaning back. Her cheeks dimple when she smiles at me.

"I hope so." I would if I were paying attention.

"So what do you want to do now?" she asks while putting her books back into her bag.

"Tell me more about yourself." I say quietly, leaning closer and lowering my eyes to her soft lips.

"What do you want to know?" she asks, giving all her attention to me.

"Why did you start dancing?"

"My aunt used to be a dancer. She taught me a lot before she passed away." She frowned.

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head "No need to be sorry."

"Akyrah?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked genuinely curious.

"I don't know. Haven't found the right one yet I guess." she told me

"Well, in my opinion, anyone would lucky to have you." I said being honest

After I say that she turned strawberry red. She smiled and looked away.

I really do like her. I just don't know if I'm up for another relationship. I don't have the best experience with relationships.

Akyrah is a good one. Therefore I don't want to hurt her.

Akyrah
My face is burning right now. She's making it really hard for me not to fall for her. It's weird because one minute she's flirting with me, and the next she doesn't even acknowledge my presence. Like she's afraid to act on her feelings.

I'm not stupid. I know she's feeling me. The way she looks over at me and her gaze lingers, the way she touches me and lets her fingers trace my skin.

"You wanna watch a movie?" I ask timidly

"Sure."