BEAUTIFULLY GORG
Sarah Daniels’s POV
Over the week we have sent about a dozen notes to each other.
I still have a few questions that I want to ask, but I am scared that it will ruin what we have now.
You even talk to me sometimes.
I love hearing you talk.
Your voice does weird things to me.
A storm erupts in my stomach whenever you talk.
When you touch me, even though it is accidentally my mind goes blank. My heart pounds against my ribcage. The storms in my stomach get worse. My skin starts tingling. My cheeks redden.
What are you doing to me?
I have never felt like this, and I don’t think someone else can make me feel like this.
Opening my locker I found a new note that I can add to my collection.
I like it when you blush.
A.D.
I blushed.
Suddenly, I felt something rub my cheek slightly; turning around it was your finger.
Gasping I looked up at you, and your eyes held mine in a trance.
I don’t know what made you snap out of it and release my cheek, but I didn’t like it.
Because your warmth left, leaving me cold.
I touched my cheek with my own hand and smiled to myself.
You were hiding your face in your locker, but I could see the ghost of a shy smile on your lips.
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beautifully gorgeous
Short Story"Seeing you smile like that made me explode with happiness. I couldn't stop laughing myself, but who can? No one can keep their happiness in if someone like you can radiate so much happiness on us. You are beautiful, but you were beautifully gorgeou...
