Stephen looked up at her, unsure of what to do next. She was still topless. Her wet, brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her round cheeks, and green eyes. She smiled at him, as their eyes locked. Her smile dimples triggered his nostalgia. The droplets of water rolling down her brown skin, onto her bare breasts triggered his body.
Tag: passion
Disconnect
I would expect someone to be on board with wanting a solid, open, and mutually fulfilling relationship, but those people seem to be very few, and far between. So many people hung up on their past, tired from building the walls around their hearts, and hiding in an emotional shell of faux toughness.