Wildfire

His eyes close as he fights a smile, shaking his head.

He takes a step towards me, the strong smell of sandalwood and vanilla wafting towards my nose. He presses his hand against the door I’m still clinging to, closing it gently.

He takes a step towards me, the strong smell of sandalwood and vanilla wafting towards my nose. He presses his hand against the door I’m still clinging to, closing it gently.

His lip quirks up in the corner, dimples appearing beside his mouth as he fights a laugh.

His biceps are fighting to escape the sleeves of his black t-shirt, the fabric is tight across his broad chest. His features are soft and there’s only a hint of stubble along his jaw; it’s like the delicacy of his face doesn’t quite match the rest of his body. His light brown hair is styled off his face and, when I finally settle on them, his sapphire blue eyes stare back at me, something unsure but intrigued swimming in them.

Kissing my forehead one last time,

He tucks my hair behind my ear.

He tucks my hair behind my ear.

Bring him to a game so I can launch a ball at his head.”

Ryan leans down and kisses my forehead tenderly.