She smiles down at me from her seat on the couch, her eyes shining and then something hits me.
There's no way to explain it other than complete adoration.
I can't help myself, I stare at her. She's stunning. Her hair, I just want to touch it, her lips, I just want to kiss them.
I turn away and instead lean back against her legs, she immediately pulls my hair back and starts playing with it.
Everything feels like I just might combust.
She's gentle, only softly stroking my hair, playing with it, combing it.
Her fingers brush my neck. I can't stand it.
Even when I'm not facing her, I simply know how beautiful she is.
It's her- it's her aura.
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Being Pansexual
RomanceBeing pansexual... It's all a bit difficult when you're falling in love with someone you can't have. -- Notes on falling in love with my best friend, realising i'm pansexual and a few random other things story of my life
