and she loved to stare. yet that seems blunt because it wasn't just staring but feeling. when she gazed at him she couldn't help but keep eyes locked on the beauty of a man.
the way his skin felt under her fingers and how his breath contained a series of melodies to her. it was all a blessing and a curse to keep staring. because when the boy was gone it ached.
she wanted his arms to tangle with hers and desired for his lips to brush on hers. that's why she stared and that's why he adored her attention. because he couldn't either get enough of the brown eyes with crystals of infatuation.
and so she loved to stare.
