I'm leaning against the dresser, watching you again, always watching you. You're curled up, pretending to scroll through your phone, but I see right through it. You look up and ask, "Why do I look at you like that?" I smirk, feeling the weight of your gaze. Maybe I’m done pretending. I close the distance between us. My grin growing wider as I hear you gasp. Don’t you ever wonder about what we could be?
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