Cole
She looked like beautify and perfection itself.
She smelt amazing, like the most delicious flower in the world.
She sounded erotic, her uneven breathing turning him on infinitely.
She felt like pure heaven.
Yet he yearned for the taste of her soft sweet lips against his,
for the way she would look when she became unravelled for him,
the way she would smell when he lay against her,
the way she would sound as he gave her heaven,
and the way she would feel against him.
If she ever took him back.
Which he wasn't expecting.
Despite all his cockiness, he was quivering in his converse sneakers, although that wasn't all that was quivering. Yet he hoped with all his might that she would forgive him. But her question floored him.