Falling in love through her eyes.
At first, he looked like any other guy—until he didn’t.
She noticed his heavy beard, his broad shoulders, his wide-set eyes. Just a normal guy. But then their eyes met. Not once, not twice—multiple times.
It’s nothing, she told herself. Until it wasn’t.
It was the small things he did that caught her attention.
She was always “one of the guys,” the fun-loving bro who could throw a playful punch without a second thought. But with him, it was different. The others would hit back in good fun. He never did. When she teased him and playfully hit his arm, he only laughed—never retaliating, never crossing that unspoken line.
That’s when she started noticing him.
He was sweet. It perfectly fit a man like him with a honeyed smile.
He was gentle. Even in play, he never struck her back.
He was weird. And weird was her type.
She caught his gaze following hers, lingering as if searching for her expression. Is he watching me? Or am I just imagining things?
She liked his humour, the way their wide smiles mirrored each other’s when they talked.
Are we flirting? Can people tell?
Day by day, she felt shyer around him.
Day by day, he made her world a little brighter.
And you know what she does when she starts liking a guy?
She counts the moles on his face and neck—because those are the places she imagines kissing…
if they ever close that space between them.
A friend of mine, fell in lovededicated to their love encounter
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