Dewi
Seeing her every day was torture. Sweet excruciating torture.
And I watched her compulsively, hyper sensitive to her every move as she came to work every day. At first she was nervous but she didn’t have to be.
Everyone loved her. She was like a flame all the little moths gathered around. I often caught her laughing and joking as she conversed with people about her plans for the campaign but the smile would die on her lips when she caught me watching.
I was a creeper and I knew it. I just didn’t care. The urge to crush her to me was just to much. I couldn’t touch just yet but I could look.
And I let her know with my eyes that I wanted her even when our conversations were purely professional. Neither of us mentioned our kiss. I let her know I thought about it every time my eyes
