Lust next door
“That’s how I feel when I look into you eyes.”
“What?!”
I turn to face him, he rubs the back of his head, a shy smile on his face, then he points back to the canvas, my eyes following his movement.
“This is your eyes, see here?”
He points out to what I thought were frames, but I see now that it is the corner of my eye, like a portrait of my eye zoomed in, lashes frame the sides, dusting what should be my cheeks.
I feel something press against my chest.
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