I don’t even have social media, but if I did, I’d undoubtedly opt for watching her instead. I like observing her in secret moments like this. When she’s unguarded and lost in whatever she’s doing. My eyes trace the delicate slope of her nose, which is dusted with freckles despite the makeup she has on to conceal them. I never thought I’d like freckles, but here I am, wanting to count them like a psychopath. I watch as she rakes her teeth over her plush bottom lip, a soft, sweet giggle bubbling out of her. Freckles and giggling are new turn-ons for me, go fucking figure.
