My eyes were doing this weird thing that could only be summed up as indecision. They weren’t sure where to remain or what to absorb the most of. His hair—god, so thick. The straight disarray of it perfect—not too long up top and not too short on the sides. Those lips, a little plump, but just enough that I knew they’d fit between mine so seamlessly. He might have lived next door, but I’d hardly seen him since the summer. Only small glimpses like this at school, if I was lucky.
