He keeps staring for the lonest moment, as I have something on my face that he can’t wipe off. Or as if there is something he is searching in my eyes. He always searches them, and I doubt he has ever found whatever that he looks for in them. "No. You!"
His response to my prior question resonates with a depth that pierces through me, his voice a rich tapestry of emotions—deep, gravelly, and filled with a languishing intensity that leaves me breathless.
Butterflies erupt in my belly, like I have never heard such a sweet thing in my entire life. Simple things that arouse me. This love that I have for him makes everything so easy for him. He does not have to sweat looking for heavy romantic messages or move a mountain to make me warm up. No. Even a simple thing as an empty stare leaves me
