I could not help but to look at him as my face, my cheek suddenly feeling hot by his gaze, looking at me from head to toe wearing such a smile, a smile that is not really mocking, teasing or anything, in fact it seems like a precious one, one real smile from him looking something that is for me is indescribable.
He is sitting there on my couch with his leg on the other, his arm on the arm resting along the rest space of the couch while his other arm is on the arm rest before he lifted up his hand, putting it on his lips, his thumb and forefinger and I swear that the longer I stare at him, the hotter my cheeks get by the rubs his fingers is giving his lower lip making the focal of my eyes to stay only to that part.
“And it seems you like seeing me like this.” He said.
“Here it comes.” I
