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Guitar Notes Tug Heart Strings
“I told you that you’d come back for more,” Ren said. He smiled lifting his left side of his light pink lips.
His brown eyes lit up, his bushy eyebrow raised over his right away. The light brown acoustic guitar was in his lap, underneath his calloused hands. His jeans clung to his legs, and his light gray vans needed desperately to be replaced. The once-white shoelaces were gray, and a bit of sock hang out in the toe area.
His dark blonde hair was disheveled, hiding under a black knit beanie. His black V-neck shirt was under a unbuttoned plaid shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows. He was tall and lanky, and she knew sometimes clumsy.
“Yeah, but if you keep up the smart-ass attitude that may change,” Cecelia said.
She crossed her arms over her chest; her black heels pushed her height up, slightly. Her long brown hair was wavy, past her shoulders.
He held out his hands, “Well what are you waiting for?” He smiled and she shook her head.
“What the hell am I thinking?” She whispered before she leaned down and kissed him.
His brown eyes lit up, his bushy eyebrow raised over his right away. The light brown acoustic guitar was in his lap, underneath his calloused hands. His jeans clung to his legs, and his light gray vans needed desperately to be replaced. The once-white shoelaces were gray, and a bit of sock hang out in the toe area.
His dark blonde hair was disheveled, hiding under a black knit beanie. His black V-neck shirt was under a unbuttoned plaid shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows. He was tall and lanky, and she knew sometimes clumsy.
“Yeah, but if you keep up the smart-ass attitude that may change,” Cecelia said.
She crossed her arms over her chest; her black heels pushed her height up, slightly. Her long brown hair was wavy, past her shoulders.
He held out his hands, “Well what are you waiting for?” He smiled and she shook her head.
“What the hell am I thinking?” She whispered before she leaned down and kissed him.