bromance love

As soon as I saw him, my heart started to race so fast. My palms got warm, and my fingers throbbed. He does that to me every single time. When I see him, I'm instantly succumbed to a nervous-anxiety of needing to keep my cool, and stay looking good. Could today be my lucky day? I broke from my fantasy realizing I was starting to blush. I quickly broke my entranced stare from his gorgeous eyes- restoring a little stance to my posture. Was I staring too long? Shit. I darted my eyes back down, and continued wiping the table I was buzzing.

He just looked so damn good while he was working. I couldn't help it. Time after time I'd convinced myself I never had a chance. Beautiful men like that just aren't into guys like me. Besides being my co-worker, he was definitely younger than I was. I wasn't sure how old, but I knew he was almost done with high school. He was probably a year or two from staring college, and way more sophisticated than I was. Until his graduation in a couple of months. that "guy." I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously until I finally landed myself this job, and the opportunity to start showing everyone what I was made of. Fortunately for me, although busying and serving in a pizza joint was not the most glamorous gig, this job did indeed come with it's own array of enticing benefits... Like Nick, an undoubtedly jaw-dropping co-worker I just couldn't keep my fantasizing eyes off of. Every chance I got to delicately undress every detail of his chiseled, tanned body in my mind, only made me wonder about him that much more. His perfectly shaped lips, athletic-toned body, and tanned skin made me melt. His almond, brown hair poked out slightly under the brim of his cap, veiling his gorgeous chestnut eyes in a sort of mystique that always prevented me from being able to tell if he ever really noticed me staring or not. He was truly a beautiful sight to behold, despite the lack of justice our shitty uniforms did him.