Chestnut brown hair. Poison green eyes to drown in. Lips looking so soft and kissable it was hard to resist kissing him.
Like every Tuesday morning he got in at 5th Avenue. As the bus slowly drove further, he scanned the bus for an empty seat. His eyes rested on the seat next to her and he slowly moved towards her. When his legs moved she realized that he came to her. Not to anyone else, not to the old man in the front, not to the business lady at the right. To her. Her.
He chose her.
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Romance"There he was again. It wasn't the first time she saw him and she knew it would definitely not be the last time." Every single time she saw him, an explosion of butterflies and flowers filled her stomach. She's never been in love before, but she w...
