He ran his fingers along my skin as if he was drawing me on a canvas.
His eyes looked lost in mine.
His hands were stronger than the tension between us.
His smile was brighter than a thousand suns.
“Order number 372?” he asked the line of people waiting in the lobby.
His voice was deep and warm.
The moment was brief yet so intimate,
invigorating and fresh like mouthwash in the morning.
He handed me my coffee and we went our separate ways,
stealing one more glance as i walked out the door .
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Nicole Negron
first time writer. lifelong drama queen
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