Please, Stay.
kenlay
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"I'm sitting on my bed, legs dangling over the edge,. He comes in, although remains in the doorway. "Hi," I casually say. "Welcome back." He must have showered - a towel draped over his head. Along with a t-shirt and shorts, he wears a crooked smiled. It makes my heart flutter and I'm not really sure why. "There's something missing on your face," he says slowly, as if contemplating what. Suddenly my stomach contorts and I feel self conscious. "Beauty?" I guess, rolling my eyes to falsely I wouldn't let his words get to me. "No," he says, walking over to me. He sits on the side of the bed, beside me. "My lips."