“I want to kiss all of the freckles on your cute face.”
Soft Sentences !
Surprise comes across his freckled visage – brown eyes widening and lips parting. His stomach feels like it’s fluttering, and his heart starts to beat so loudly he swears she could hear it. ( It feels like his heart is stuck in his throat. ) He’s aware by this point he’s staring at her wordlessly for once. It’s not often he’s without words, always full of them, but she continues to make him speechless some days. ( Say something, idiot! ) He clears his throat, hand darting up to his mouth briefly in between it. For all his fake confidence she sees through – like she really sees him.
“ Well, then, ” he starts as he straightens up a bit in stance, his hands coming to grab at the lapels of his coat. A boyish smile comes across his lips, freckled cheeks turning a little rosy in color with her boldness. “ I aim to please. I probably wouldn’t stop you if you did it. ” ‘Probably.’ Hah. It’s a guarantee he wouldn’t. He’s trying to be a little cool though – doesn’t want to look like a nervous idiot in front of her. He’s spent so much time teasing and throwing little flirtations at her but they’ve never really crossed that line – that line he doesn’t dare to cross fully himself, too worried about possible rejection. ( He’s so sure he doesn’t have a chance. )















