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Can’t Get Over That Look in Her Eyes
And you can’t get enough of her.
You are burning like a forest fire barely under control.
You watch her brush her hair, untangling knots one by one after her shower, and a part of you feels like a voyeur from the way you’re staring at her. She hasn’t realized yet that you’re standing in the doorway of the bedroom, just watching her go through one of the mundane tasks of the day.
You count the seconds till she glances back and sees you. Her face lights up with a smile, and immediately you feel yourself begin to grow hard just from the pure delight on her face.
She tilts her head as she watches you, and something passes between you that’s deeper than normal conversation. You try to stay relaxed, your hands in your pockets, but there’s a buzzing energy in the room now. It takes everything you have not to bound towards her, pin her to the bed, and kiss her till her legs grow weak.
You sigh, and then you look away, a blush creeping into your cheeks. “Sorry,” you say. “It’s just one of those mornings. I should probably take a shower next.”
A cold shower. Freezing, really, to get the fire of her out of your brain.
But then she stands, setting her brush down on the bed, before she comes toward you and takes your…
