His eyes were what caught his attention. He had such deep, expressive orbs the color of amber. Long, dark lashes framed it, outlining the beauty of the windows to his soul. He was such a quiet man, and his words were always calm and collected. He was quite the enigma.
He looked at him from afar, observing silently. A thrilling drum roll would sound in her thoughts whenever the other man's eyes met his. The attraction he felt was quite strong, but he could never approach the other. It was far too blunt and frank for his liking. Everyday, he would follow him with his eyes, hope and longing there.
The constant occupant of his mind was him. He couldn't breathe without thinking of him; couldn't eat without thinking of him. It was all too much for him to handle, but his heart was ever unwavering. The feeling was unexplainable, but he liked it. His soul fed on it.
His laugh was melody in his ears. The way he tipped back the long pale column of his neck was enticing, and when his shoulders shook lightly, his shirt would cling to the broad figure of his well-sculpted chest. He was an Adonis - food for the eyes.
As the sun washed its rays over him, his bronze skin would gleam. His relaxed smile would make his knees wobble, and he longed it to be for him. Some wishes just wouldn't come true.
Facing the other man, he held out a hand and slowly touched his cheek. It didn't seem real - but it was. He was shell-shocked, and he could do no more than gaze at him, just like he had done all those months ago. as he pulled him into a hug, he spoke the only thing that to his mind: "Remus Lupin."