First story//
Before I start, I want to point out that I believe once you love someone, you can’t fully stop. There will always be at least a small place in my heart for those I’ve given my heart to (whether I like it or not). Lately, I’ve been dreaming and just all around thinking about my most recent ex (first true love, and longest relationship). Things that go a little like this.
Story//
As I sit on my bed, making eyes at him, I can’t help but think myself into a mood. He has no idea what I’m thinking, and I know if he did, he would pounce. I would get what I want. Him.
It’s all about the subtle moves. We both sit on my bed, sitting up again the wall with our legs straight out. I don’t usually wear skirts, but I had motive. We were watching a movie he had picked. I don’t mind the movie, it just doesn’t have my attention at the moment. All I can notice is the way his jeans highlight the perfections of his body. I prefer guys with a little cushion to snuggle with. He is just beyond perfect. His feet hang off the side of the bed, as he’s freakishly tall (the kind of tall that the first thing someone says to him is something basketball related). He’s handsome, in every way. Both the “being home to your parents” way, “the kind of face you want to sit on” way, and the “perfect picture” face. And his smile drives me mad.