graciebb
Girl in her early 20s moves to the Pacific Northwest to start fresh, far away from the heartbreaks and letdowns of her life prior. Despite battling with mental health mishaps, she's reaping the fruits of her labour and growing into a life of finding joy in the ordinary. Coming home after a date one night, she runs into a man outside her apartment complex. It was more a fleeting moment than anything. Polite introductions, quick glances, "Nice to meet you"'s and "Have a good night". Maybe if she weren't so tipsy when they had met the first thing she noticed about him wouldn't be how hot he was. And then maybe she wouldn't have gone to bed thinking about the angles of his jaw or the stretch of his shirt or the fact that he was probably well over 20 years older than she was. And then maybe she wouldn't have developed such an infatuating crush on him. Because lets be honest, crushes are cute until you make a fool of yourself. Words dying in your mouth, not finding the appropriate responses for smalltalk. She's had enough of that. Better to let it go.
Until the random run ins became suspiciously frequent. Until he was the one looking for words, blushing when she noticed him staring. Weeks would go by like this, weeks that turned into months of collecting signs that maybe, possibly, he was crushing just as bad.
She'd daydream of waking up in his bed, hands riding up clothes,