Exopink Drabbles And Short Stories

2. Forbidden (CR)

She knew she was not supposed to feel this way. But what was she supposed to do when he looked like that? His face was the epitome of perfection, it was personally sculpted by God. And He did take His time. From his big round eyes that seems like they could hold the whole universe, maybe it did too, because the way they sparkled, it didn't seem impossible.To his perfectly sculpted greek nose that had a tiny mole adding more to its perfection. To his full lips that screamed to be kissed by her own plump lips. His jawline could cut her fingers if she dared to trace. How could she not feel that way?

Even if she ignored his face, there was no way she could ignore her raging hormones that would wake up just by looking at his veiny, muscular hands. God wasn't subtle showing his favouritism, otherwise it wasn't possible for anyone be this perfect. His height had to be perfect too? God was really testing her. His lean and muscular physique wasn't helping either.

Damn, she could just go on how perfect he was. He was blessed in all ways possible from excelling academically to being able to play all the instruments she had known and perhaps more.

She didn't know if she was physically or emotionally attracted to him. Because both ways, it was more than possible. Excluding his physical attributes,he had this positive energy around him that would instantly make her dull day bright, full of sunshine. He had his own way of making people love him.He could make a dead man laugh,yeah he really had this power to make people smile, may it be with his own charming or his own way with words. He was a masterpiece in every possible way. His whole existence screamed perfection. So please tell, how could she not feel this way?

He was a forbidden fruit, just because her sister had already taken a bite? Well, that wasn't going to stop Roseanne. She knew, he felt something towards her too. Park Chanyeol was no saint either. His eyes would be fixed somewhere where her heart would be racing like a wild animal locked in a cage, or his sight would drift towards her thigh and stay longer than it should. Or, when he would "accidentally" bump with her. She could feel it all. But she would never be the first one to commit the sin. He was the sin, that she was more than willing to commit. Only if he was the one ready to be committed.