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F r i s s o n
/frē-ˈsōⁿ/
(n.) a shiver of pleasure.
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I am much more me when I am with you.
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Rose looked stunning in a blue shirt.
He thought it really brought out the brown of her eyes. A̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶.̶ ̶
He had no idea what he was doing. B̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶f̶e̶l̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶R̶o̶s̶e̶.̶ ̶
He hasn't been this close to a girl in so long, and he was starting to think he was going crazy. With his racing heart, trembling fingers, and shaky legs, it seemed logical at the time.
T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶c̶r̶a̶z̶y̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶
It felt weird being this close to Rose; so close that he could smell her subtle perfume, and so close that he could see each and every one of her b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ freckles. If he thought she looked pretty from afar, she looked surreal up close.
He could feel the warmth of her fingers radiate towards his own i̶t̶ ̶f̶e̶l̶t̶ ̶a̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶a̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶a̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶ and it felt odd too. A̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶o̶d̶d̶.̶ ̶
The thing about Rose was that everything was always so unpredictable; nothing he would plan would ever seem to work when it came to her. All the emotions, thoughts and even actions that he thought he had in check, seem to evaporate into nothing when it came to this blonde haired girl.
H̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶.̶ ̶
The heat was becoming unbearable: almost like a tingling flame against his palm as they both stood, waiting for the rain. H̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶g̶e̶r̶s̶.̶ ̶
He didn't think that his head would race with thoughts of her, thoughts of the warmth of her hand a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶, and it was starting to bug the hell out of Aaron.
He pushed off the hair on his eyes with the palm of his hand once before before he heaved a sigh; he must looked so horrible right now. He didn't even want to think of what happened to his clothes.
But Rose, she, she looked s̶o̶ ̶a̶b̶s̶o̶l̶u̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ quite alright for someone who just ran through the rain. And even though the cold air was scraping against Aaron's arms, it seemed as though the warmth of her eyes kept him sweltering; as though he was wrapped in a blanket full of sunshine.
H̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶b̶a̶d̶l̶y̶.̶ ̶
"So how did you know there was a telephone box here?" Rose asked him, offering him a tiny smile.
He gave her a look. "I saw it when we went off the bus," He rolled his eyes. Sighed. "I'm not stalking you."
Her eyes glimmered with amusement while her lips smiled in delight. "Never said you were,"
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