I wanna be a player again
He has blue eyes that look like he was a little boy. And he is 1.94. It's been almost three years now and my eyes hadn't wandered.
Until now.
He has the look of the perfect player. The type I never really liked, with the black shirt. But he also has the most incredible lips that I wanna bite. Blue eyes, I think, and I am not even sure. Yesterday he looked at me and winked and I smiled. I looked away. Then as he was leaving he turned back and looked at me. I was looking at him too. He is a player. I wanna play too.
He is only a boy. A very nice looking one, with a nice voice. He looks at me with desire and doesn't care. He is not a player. But it doesn't matter. I don't like players.
How much does it cost, to get back in the game?
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