There’s something captivating about the way we cross paths, like a secret hidden in plain sight. I can’t help but wonder if you notice how the air shifts when you walk near. A quiet thrill dances in my chest, a whisper of something unspoken, waiting for the right moment. Can you hear my little whimpers when I feel your eyes while I squat?
There’s something captivating about the way we cross paths, like a secret hidden in plain sight. I can’t help but wonder if you notice how the air shifts when you walk near. A quiet thrill dances in my chest, a whisper of something unspoken, waiting for the right moment. 🌌✨Can you hear my little whimpers when I feel your eyes while I squat?
