He let his eyes rove up and down her frame as she confidently marched ahead of him along the busy cobblestone Paris street, the swinging of her hips causing his fingers to itch with the urge to hold them
. When air became scant between them, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, listening to her erratic shaky breaths and feeling her tremble lightly beneath his fingers.
. Her hair was cut short as always and for once was colored close to her natural brown. Her eyes bore into me, beckoning me to loose myself in their grey pools
He let his eyes rove up and down her frame as she confidently marched ahead of him along the busy cobblestone Paris street, the swinging of her hips causing his fingers to itch with the urge to hold them
. When air became scant between them, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, listening to her erratic shaky breaths and feeling her tremble lightly beneath his fingers.
. Her hair was cut short as always and for once was colored close to her natural brown. Her eyes bore into me, beckoning me to loose myself in their grey pools
He let his eyes rove up and down her frame as she confidently marched ahead of him along the busy cobblestone Paris street, the swinging of her hips causing his fingers to itch with the urge to hold them
. When air became scant between them, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, listening to her erratic shaky breaths and feeling her tremble lightly beneath his fingers.
. Her hair was cut short as always and for once was colored close to her natural brown. Her eyes bore into me, beckoning me to loose myself in their grey pools
