He went up to the stand, something about what he was wearing: A tight dark blue t-shirt and jeans. Stuck me as the most attractive outfit I've ever seen. Maybe the fact that he was so fit looking. So strong, wide shoulders, strong arms I can imagine wrapped around me, lifting my feet off the ground without any effort. How did his abbs and chest look? I bet as toned as his arms. His legs weren't too small for him either, almost perfectly patched with the rest of his body. No- I take that back. It was perfect. He looked perfect, his blue eyes that I wanted to gase into for years. His dark hair, a few strands would fall over his eye making him look even more yummy. I shook my head. What was I thinking!?... is it okay to be thinking this? I felt hot, my thighs, cheeks and chest burnt up as I barried my face into my computer screen trying to pretend I don't see him walking over to come sit down. He tapped his finger on the table "this seat taken?" He asked with his salty Carmel voice. I shook my head, too nervous to talk. He took a seat, I can feel how his long legs stretched out under the table, one foot on each side of me. Trapping me in. But part of me didn't mind, and part of me wished it was his arms that where trapping me instead. I remember the feeling he left on my skin after he touched me. Small dancing flowers pranced on my skin leaving goosebumps. He looked at me with his hollow blue eyes, deep like the ocean. I was scared that if I looked into them for too long, I'd get lost inside them. But that didn't seem too bad. They looked cold, but behind them looked a warmth I wanted so bad. A smile came across his face "You look live you've seen a goast." I snapped out of my drooling day dream and sat up straight "oh- sorry. I just- I'm tired, that's all." I said as I looked back down to work. He drank some of his coffee, I did the same. Peeking up at him a few times before he broke the ice "you're acting like I'm a creep or something... want me to leave?" He asked as he sat up as if he really was going to get up. I shook my head "No!- no. Hehe, you're fine. I'm just- tired..." he raised an eyebrow at me "if you're so tired, why don't you sleep? It's not good to run on low" he said as he sat back down, trapping me again with his feet. "I just didn't sleep well, I guess. Like I was just day dreaming all night..." I felt how my cheeks where still red...
We talked, for a very long time. About small things. The more I talked to him, the more I was pulled into him. I wanted to hear him talk more. His voice was like butter milk hunny tea. Or soke other sweet smooth sounding combustion. But it made me feel- complete. But something about this man gave me a small hole in my chest that would leave me breathless for a moment or two. A weird feeling, like he's nothing but truble... maybe I should go.
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Babybreaths
RomanceA young man is having trouble in his relationship with his husband. He doesn't feel loved, but hesitant to leave him for the sake of their daughter. But after a series of unfortunate events, he ends up meeting the love of his life. But he might jus...
