Freckled tan skin and fluffy hair, he reminds me of coffee and caramel. Fingers that almost seem sculpted to be interlocked with mine. How I love his gaze, the pause between each blink and how his eyes move then—the lashes so pretty. How I love his gaze when he's about to smile, especially when
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