Luna
"Do I affect you?"
Does he affect me?
A scene from a few days ago, where he had walked around in my apartment, without a shirt on, while I had stared at his flesh in the kitchen while making coffee plays in my mind like a video.
"Are you going to wander in the house only with that?"
"Does it affect you?"
"You don't affect me."
Him standing in front of me, my flesh naked to his eyes, his gaze lingering on my face, searching for my eyes rather than staring at my body which is most likely what another man would do, affects me. Him visiting my apartment to celebrate his bachelor party to make me feel less lonely, him bringing me a dog to make me feel accompanied, him holding me throughout my nightmares, and him taking care of me despite my rebellious nature, all he does is affect
