I admit it, I'm a simp, and no, I am not proud of that fact.

If I could go back in time and stop myself when I first started acting like one, I would,

in a heartbeat.

But I was a horny little goblin back then, and just the tiniest bit of attention from

a woman was enough to fry my brain.

In my defense though, she was absolutely gorgeous, brown eyes that twinkled mischievously,

clump, kissable red lips that parted to reveal white teeth like perfect little sugar cubes,

and thick dark hair that gently tickled her shoulder blades.

Her dress is clung to her like they couldn't get enough of her body, and I understood why.

She had just the right amount of curves and just the right places.

I wanted to sink my teeth into them, just scrumptious.

I couldn't believe it when she smiled at me.

My jaw dropped open like a drawbridge, I stared at her for my seat in the cafe, wondering

when the dream would end.

It didn't.

Not even when she got up and clicked clacked over to me.

Her heels making her hips sway hypnotically.

She slipped into the chair in front of me, and asked whether I was staring at her.

Dear God, her voice.

It was like she was pouring nectar into my ears.

I shook my head like an idiot.

She laughed, and it was music, like birds singing an ode to the falling leaves of an autumn

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