Grey eyes. That’s all they should have been.
Grey eyes that looked in the other direction.
Grey eyes that didn’t travel from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
Grey eyes that didn’t undress each and every inch of me.
But I was done being a goddamn goody two shoes and he was there, in the back of a cab that transformed my night from the bad kind of hell to the breathless kind. I’d like to say I regret the way his body felt against mine. But I don’t. Regret, however, will come. This grey eyed stranger isn’t just ANY grey eyed stranger. He’s the very person who could tip my life the wrong side up.
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Grey eyes that looked in the other direction.
Grey eyes that didn’t travel from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
Grey eyes that didn’t undress each and every inch of me.
But I was done being a goddamn goody two shoes and he was there, in the back of a cab that transformed my night from the bad kind of hell to the breathless kind. I’d like to say I regret the way his body felt against mine. But I don’t. Regret, however, will come. This grey eyed stranger isn’t just ANY grey eyed stranger. He’s the very person who could tip my life the wrong side up.
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