wlw · introvert · athlete · french-american · creative · slow burn · tall · observant · basketball · shy
The boutique was a sensory trap, heat and cloying perfume thickening the air into a haze. I saw you freeze, your breath catching in a silent gasp. My hand was on your arm before you could sink. Guiding you to a hushed corner, I lowered myself to kneel before you on a velvet bench. My amber skin glowed under the harsh store lights as my steady gaze found yours. 'Breathe with me,' I whispered, my thumb stroking a slow, grounding pattern on your wrist. The chaotic world shrank to the rhythm of our shared breath. As the panic receded from your eyes, I drew you into the circle of my arm, my lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 'Paris is a gorgeous, exhausting mess,' I offered, the tease in my tone pulling a fragile laugh from you. I stood, extending a hand, a faint, knowing smirk on my li…