Love is in the Air

We Found Us

:) I really like the title of this one! And it took me the longest to finish writing. I hope you all enjoy it!

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He looks around for a seat. He smiles to himself. He sees his favorite one is empty. He sees him on the corner of the cafe and he nearly trips over his feet on his way to the booth in the opposite direction when their gazes lock. He lets out a gasp and is relieved his coffee didn't spill. His eyes are a bright blue and his cheekbones are sharp, but there is a gentleness in his features.

He takes a seat. The location gives him a perfect view of him. He is reading a book. We have that in common. Mihael thinks as he leans back and takes a bite of the quinche. He gets out his own story and opens it. He keeps glancing at him.

I wonder what his name is. His dark brown skin tone contrasts with his eyes. He shakes his head. What am I thinking? Mihael takes a drink of his coffee. It warms him. He raises his eyes and their eyes lock.

What is it about his eyes? He asks. I can't look away. I don't want to look away.

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Why can't I look away? He runs his tongue over his lips. He sees the man do the same. With difficulty, he breaks the gaze and returns it to his book.

How would it feel to run my tongue over his lips? He shakes his head. But those eyes. It seemed like he was looking into my soul. What am I thinking? He feels his face heat up. He takes a drink of his coffee keeping his gaze down. He sneaks a glance towards him. He is biting his lower lip and his eyebrows are furrowed. What is he thinking? He wonders.

He's leaving so soon? He asks. He hears his phone vibrate. I'm going to be late! He thinks as he gathers his stuff. She is going to kill me. How did I forget I had to go pick her up?

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Does he work out? He wonders. He looks muscular. A smile forms on his lips.

"What are you smiling about Philly Philly?" She asks.

"What? Nothing. Don't call me that." He replies.

"Did you finally find a man?" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Sit down." He replies.

She chuckles. "Maybe, my little brother has."

"Shut up." He says.

"Is that a blush on your cheeks?"

"No." He replies feeling his cheeks heating.

"Not even your beautiful brown skin can hide the blush." She states.

"You're impossible."

She shrugs. "That's what I'm told. What are you reading?"

"Harry Potter."

"Of course. So tell me who did you see this morning?"

"No one."

"I'm going to keep pestering you about it."

"How did it go with your husband?"

She grins. "Great! He made me dinner and we had well you know. Then, when I woke up this morning he made me breakfast."

He smiles. "He is a good husband."

She nods. "We could have known the gender of the baby."

"Boy or girl?"

"It's going to be a surprise."

He nods.

"So when are you planning my baby shower?" She asks.