prelude

As their eyes met again for the first time, she could feel her limbs warming over and trembling. Closer to a year than a half, and her feelings hadn’t changed a bit. She still dreamt of him, of his scent and of the way his pants fit just right. How torturously beautiful it was, the way he sat in his chair. Subtly showing what he was gifted with. Teasingly displaying what every girl could ever dream of. As they talked and smiled she noticed a look in his hazel eyes as he stared back at her- sharing that he caught the gleam in hers and he liked what she was implicating.