Aug 25, 2014
"I love first times. I want my entire life to be composed of them."
August had never heard a phrase to which he could disagree more; large eyes unblinking toward the stranger who’s hand outstretched to his. A lull falls between the two and August knows it’s entirely his own fault. He raises his hand, enveloping it in hers with a slight shake.
"Wha—" His voice cracks; how embarrassing. "—What do you propose then?"