Brown is the Warmest Color (Special)
Solving The Enigma
Kai
. I wanted to kiss her.
Those rosy lips were tempting me.
I wanted to throw that cigarette away and replace it with my mouth.
She looked directly into my eyes while I was trying to lit her cigarette. I couldn't take my eyes away from her.
I never been this close to her, I could feel the heat that was emanating from her body.
Her pupils were dilated and I bet mine too.
From the first time I saw her, her eyes captivated me. The warmest brown I've ever seen, like honey with a little hint of cognac.
Expressive eyes that showed strenght, determination, darkness, sadness. The last two were easy to identify, since I see them on mine every time I see my reflexion.
On the last couple of weeks I kept looking for her, just to watch her, like a middle schooler.
Kind of creepy, I know.
What I definitely don't know is: why do I feel so attracted to her?
When she refused my help, when she fell after she bumped into me, I wasn't making fun of her for falling. The fact that she cursed so loudly was the reason of my laugh.
She's a total contradiction. Her figure is thin but curvy, she's looks extremely feminine but curses like a sailor, her whole image sends the message "I give a about everything" but I know she's a good student and works hard to be in top of the class.
"I didn't notice, the fact, that you smoke" I asked her.
She exhaled a big cloud of smoke. HOT-AS-.
"Well I didn't. I mean, I quit. But this is an and excellent ocassion to get back"
"You quit, but you still had a pack in your pocket?"
"Well yeah... A problem?" She asked defiant, lifting one eyebrow.
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