So we met again, 7 days after. Without alcohol, without the nervousness of a first meet up, without the hassle of advance preparation. We were just two souls wanting to see each other again.
Yet, 7 days after, you still smell so nice, still look effortlessly gorgeous, and whenever our eyes locked during the conversation, I swear my heart skipped – not only one, but two beats.
And gosh… The impulse to touch and kiss you were ridiculously unbearable.
I. Crave. You.
Even more now.
More than 7 days before.