Piercing grey eyes, mop of brown hair, boyish smile. Striking ink-blue T-shirt.
And a lazy afternoon.
His arm almost around her waist, not touching her at all.
She steps a little closer, shy, confused.
His eyes never left hers that day on.
And she never stopped smiling.
Love /lʌv/ noun
a strong feeling of affection.
I lay in bed, exhausted, burning with fever.
A crash of pots, pans.
“Darling, omelette, dry toast. We ran out of butter,” he grins sheepishly, handing me the tray.
Then, he looks at me, eyes like smouldering embers.
I am in love.
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“How Hot Is It?”