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hands. The party's guest count includes people wearing fashionable clothe

ne here, and I'm just the graphic designer, so a

good overall, although a few hairs manage to esca

lf. The lights are too bright, and the music is too

red curls bounce as she laughs with some coworkers. I smile back, but I feel out of place. I love drawing and mak

h mysterious eyes that gaze into the soul and a head of dark hair. He's involved in a deep conversation of some sort

lways been convinced that he's something else. But now, he is far beyond, just a star that I can't reach out

, still don't seem to understand. "How about us joining the crowd

fine here," I assured Mia

u're not having such a great time. Twirls aside and embraces the par

ntation. He's right. Although not too far from me, I felt weird as his eyes narrowed on mine. My heart skips a beat. I inhale his pleasant fragrance and

and introduces me to the rest of the crowd in the corner, and shows me a big screen where he will present. I num

he says, "Can you check the sli

ful, and they display our best work. I realize that he is close to me when he does so by my shoulder position. His arm leav

erent from the usual chief boss tone. I look up to see that he's not beholding the screen, bu

uch a careless mistake, but then I realize that Ethan is just as quick on his feet as any athlete. Honestly, the noise of those sparks together is louder tha

ertainly, can hear my strong heartbeat. Is there a chance for him to erect and lower to kiss me? No, this can't happen. Then it hits me. It does

nd his words are slow, yet cold. Ethan swivels and wanders back to where all the important people are. In those few seconds, I am alone, my heart dropping in

ear a thing. However, I keep seeing and re-seeing every expression in Ethan's eyes: so endearing and so intimidating at the same

eks pink from dancing. "Lil

e and force a sm

"Let's get some food. They ha

n. She's tall, with blonde hair, and a tight dress that shows her body shape. She touches his arm, and h

coffee. And still, I can't stop looking at him. Occasionally, I see him giving me a sideways glance. His eyes are so misleading; I mean, they are like 'I am trying to figu

r. Something must've(omit) had to incite such odd behaviour. I walk confidently to him, my h

always the same with him. He is always in the right mood when it comes to work. "It's for

tood there, tears were streaming down my face. There was such a great chasm between us. I kept my gaze fixed on

arty lights and the departure of people bring me back to reality. It is Mia who reminds me that there's something still on at home, but I real

telling" Media series and the revealing topping bed written erotica, currently promising to unfold my universe. The start of my impulse decision, which is bound