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I'm left with my imagination far too often. A new infatuation has entered my life, and it's more than just lust. I actually like this guy.
I want to kiss him. I want to touch him. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want his mouth on my throat. I want his eyes watching me. I want him wanting me. I want him. All the time.
But, terribly, it's more than that. It's a real life crush. Not an attraction. Not a lust. A crush. One that leaves me with butterflies in my stomach every time his hand graises mine. Every time he hugs me. Every time I catch him looking.
I want to lie in his bed all day. I want to know him. I want him.
I want to kiss him. I want to touch him. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want his mouth on my throat. I want his eyes watching me. I want him wanting me. I want him. All the time.
But, terribly, it's more than that. It's a real life crush. Not an attraction. Not a lust. A crush. One that leaves me with butterflies in my stomach every time his hand graises mine. Every time he hugs me. Every time I catch him looking.
I want to lie in his bed all day. I want to know him. I want him.