The nervous brushing of shoulders at first, the quick glances in those delicate jet-black eyes in a while. He pulled her a little closer, straightening her curls. Their fingers intertwined themselves, finding comfort in the mess! The sweet odor, the smell, the scent then followed, taking her into some better world. The wink was..
It was magic. It was magic that cannot be explained into words. It was something that needs to be felt. To be enjoyed. In the moment. At the moment. The slightest rubbing of fingers, tickled her into joy. The slowest crash of their eyelashes, made her drunk in love. But the hug, always the hug; woke her up from this pleasant, romantic dream! 😛