Smiling eyes
Smiling eyesI came by the house to drop of some things, but no one answered the door. Knowing garage is usually open, I sneaked in, making my way up to the main floor.Without warning, like a blur he runs down the stairs, not seeing me. The bundle in my hands lands on the thick carpet as I stop the head on collision by grabbing his towel wrapped hips. Startled, he comes to a halt catching his balance with a hand on the railing, his eyes wide under the fringes of wet curls. Moment lasts...