I feel his eyes on me, their weight on my skin a caress, but he doesn't approach. He never approaches me. Why don't you approach him? I hear you ask. Have you seen you? As if he'd turn you down. I get that a lot from people who, just because you're easy on the eye, you can get whoever you want—I wish. It doesn't work that way.
I try to attract his attention, jutting out my hips and running a hand down my chest, waiting, hoping… but he simply slips away into the shadows and I’m left alone… again.
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