His Uccello Arrabbiato
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"Love is the direct bullet to the the brain! Deadshot"
"Well I from the moment I saw you I wanted to sa-y"
I felt his undivided attention on me making me stumble hard on my words
"Uh we-ll" His dark curious orbs travelled on my body to my face making me shiver at the sensation feeling unknown tingles all the way.
He looked really invested to what I'm about to say making me gulp my nervousness down fiddling with my jumpers I gained some courage to atleast let out what I had been holding in me all the time.
It's better to let out.
It makes you feel light.
'Loves make you do the most courageous and stupidest things.'
"Well a-sk you " His dark intense eyes hiding some unknown crazed madness behind shifted all over my face as I fumbled with my words stuttering badly feeling the heat of his gaze.
"yo-u" I looked once again in his eyes biting my chapped lips as his eerie silence spread through the hall. No matter how much nervous I was becoming but I had to say. His dark unwavering stare hinted at me to continue, I spoke looking at my shoes again badly stuttering. Goodness that's what happens when you are subjected to his dark powerful intense gaze.
"wh-at!. what.." I tried again with a meek voice.
Even his brothers stopped what they were doing to hear what I had to say, all looking truly interested in whatever I'm about to say making me nervous but I had to say, well ask
'what!.."
"What shampoo do you use?' I don't know if I heard some pops or gasps behind but all my attention was on him curious to know his answer. His hair, I want the same type of hair so healthy, so shiny.
He looked at me bewildered and bit of disbelief lurking behind his dark mysterious orbs as if he expected something very deep message or truly important thing.
Well but definitely this is very important, ask a girl for value and worth of healthy hairs. Love it is!
"well from the moment I met you I wished to ask you how come your hair looks so silky and shiny!
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