fantasy // a short

"Oh, when you walk by every night,
Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine,
I get kinda hectic inside..."

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"You're staring at me again," Willa said, gathering her curly white hair into her hands and tying it up into a bun on her head. A few errant curls were still misplaced about; Wesley found it endearing. She turned around, crossing her legs at the knees with a slightly wicked smile. "See something you like?"

Wesley swallowed hard, feeling a certain stirring in his stomach, traces of it in his hips. "You could say that."