When our eyes met

When our eyes met

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"As I looked up, my eyes met someone else's. He had curly copper brown hair that fell on his forehead and a chiseled jaw but I wasn't too concerned about his physical attributes. What really stuck out to me was his hazel eyes. I felt my pupils dilate as I slowly melted in his eyes. I felt safe in the comfort of his gaze. Why do I feel safe? The room faded away. It was just the two of us. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes looked sympathetic. Why is he sympathetic? What are my eyes telling him? I felt a warm sensation flow through my body as my breaths became deeper. I didn't care about any of what happened before and I didn't care about anyone else. I just wanted to stay in this moment, with him, forever."
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I looked over to my right, bending my neck. He opened his soft eyes and gazed at me with a smile. Parts of his eyes crinkled, signalling that he had indeed smiled. His face freckled with stars of coal against his milky white skin. His eyes of pure abyss. Colors that I couldn't think of the name, but always knew what they were and weren't. He was beautiful. He made a noise, quite similar to a squeak from a mouse. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He mumbled into my pillow, his voice muffled. I only smiled. He turned a shade of pink and buried his face in my pillow. I tugged the blanket over our shoulders and onto our heads. I inhaled his smell, like a morning rain, and fresh fruit. Flowers but also a sour like smell like lemons or candy. He smelled so good. I pulled him into me and smelled his hair. How could I ever deserve someone like this? How... How did I get here? This is a gay story and of you don't like that, you can find another. There will be some mature content such as death, language, and sexual content. Please find another if you don't like that. This, other than certain plot points, is an over all happy book. I mean, it's gay after all. For more information please message me or read the authors note at the end of the Prologue! Please be respectful of me and other people who read it. Stay safe! Love you! (Started in March 2020 / Work in progress)

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