He Is The Right One

He Is The Right One

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His head was lying in my lap as I fiddled with his brown locks trying to make a little braid on his short hair . "Darling what are you trying to do " He chuckles looking at me mysteriously his eyes glowing like honey under the sun . "Just you wait ...Ta da !" I smiled finally finishing the beautiful braid . "What did you do Darling ?" He whispered smilling at me . "It's a cute little braid for youu" I cheered "Really ?" He smiled proceeding to touch his forehead where I had made the braid. His fingers gracefully inspected the braid like it was the most fragile glass in the whole world and he didn't wan break it . "I think it's as beautiful as you" He smiled I blushed beacuase of his compliment As butterflies danced in my stomach and then he pulled me in for a kiss .
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