So fucking hazel. I almost forgot how pretty they are, how they lean more green than brown depending on the light. How they’d screw shut if we were watching a scary movie together. How they’d softly close when I’d kiss her mouth. How they’d turn dark, her pupils blowing out when I’d kiss the rest of her. She’s staring right back at me, and when her lips slightly part, my attention drifts down to them instead. Fuck, I missed those. I still remember the first time we kissed. I remember the last time too, and that memory snaps me out of the stupid little spell that naturally lives between
...more
