He is so handsome that no girl can resist him.
He is so handsome that he can make any girl fall for him in the blink of an eye.
He... is my teacher.
Dean Winchester.
His eyes are so mesmerizing that I can stare at them for hours.
His hair look so soft that I could run my fingers through them non-stop.
The freckles on his face seem like stars, countless, and no matter how much I try I am unable to count how many they are.
His lips so soft and rough, at the same time, that I can't help but want to feel them in every possible way.
His hands rough and at the same time soft and warm that whenever he touches me I feel sparks.
And then it's his voice.
His voice rough and yet so sweet. When he says my name I can't help but want to hear him say it again and again. It feels like angels singing to my ears.
And when he holds me in his arms it feels...
It feels like everything is possible.
It feels like nothing can harm me.
It feels like I'm safe.
Like I'm where I belong.
It feels like I'm in heaven.
Like he is my heaven.
But what if I am his hell?
Because I cannot love him. He cannot love me.
We are forbidden to love each other.
We are forbidden.