It was rather the way he walked.
His easy swagger.
I never was able to take my eyes of him when he walked.
It seemed I was more taken by it;
Even more that those eyes of his.
Eyes that if directed at me;
Would smoulder and glower.
Pulling me in.
Swallowing me in.
His dimple that wasn’t quite there but there all the same.
Those arms when he held me;
Or rather his bald head;
How shy he got when he stood by me.
His teeth when he smiled.
That twinkle in his eyes before he innocently asked.
For a kiss.
I fell hard and well.
Loved every moment of it.