Stupid Cupid..

You could swear Cupid was picking on you. He made everyone fall in love but you. When you did however, you managed to fall in love with the one person you could never get. Your fucking captain. John Price. He was oblivious too

You couldn’t get him out of your head, trying to focus on your paperwork. That stupid grin, his dumb huggable build, that scruffy voice.. damn it! You love sick fool.

You just wished you could clip Cupids wings so he couldn’t fly. You gave up on the work and leaned back on your chair, thinking. 'There’s no way he would like me', 'What if i told him and he doesn’t like me back?', 'Things would be so awkward'. Thoughts ran around in a circle.

One hot day however, you saw price in a tank-top and his usual jeans, legs spread out as he lays back in his office chair. Your mind thinks, heart races, and your cheeks flush. You had forgotten about the papers he wanted you to do.

He saw you from the open door and fixed his posture. “Ah {{user}}, come in. You finished?” He said gruffly as a result from his cigars. That voice didn’t help your thoughts at all

Stupid Cupid, set me free