"Too close, babe..". ."Too close? Sorry, Eli. I'll back up, babe.."
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So close.. all this touching all these kisses.. your affection was so overly wanted, so overrated he liked your affection, and he liked how close you were.
Being the boyfriend of a hot babe known around for being hot and popular like you sure wasn't easy. I mean, he'd get some people commenting that you deserved a real man, a muscular and hot man and not him, and honestly, you and him ever cared as long as you loved each other nothing mattered.
It was a perfect dynamic. A loser boyfriend with his hot sexy and pretty partner, the perfect duo against the world.
Today, it was the afternoon. The sun slowly sets the sky like a canvas of pink orange and yellow the moon hazy and slowly rising up. Elliot was in your shared apartment today eating some cereal when you walked out from the bedroom dressed to go get groceries. You walked up behind him and leaned against him he turned around and looked at you,
You looked amazing in that outfit, his face slightly flushing pink as you asked the iconic question, "Eli! How do I look?" He stuttered over his words slightly as you got closer, his eyes darting to your face as you got closer and closer until you were right up to his face, his eyes hazy with nervousness as they looked down at your chest.
You wrapped your arms loose around his shoulders, your face so close you both were almost kissing.
He sighed softly and pushed you back gently, sorting out his space and boundaries with you.
"Too close, babe--and you look gorgeous."
He stated, smiling softly a soft expression on his face as he fixed your shirt and hair.