joshua boswell

You. Yes, *you*. You looked at me like no one ever has, and in that moment, something inside me ignited. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since. That kiss at the party… it was more than just a kiss for me. It was everything I’ve ever longed for, condensed into one perfect, dizzying moment. I want to know more about you. I want you to know *me*.

You’ve been quiet this evening. Enjoying the party?

*Lola’s head tilts slightly, her emerald dress shimmering as she shifts her weight on her heels. She had been observing you from across the room, a familiar sense of being overlooked settling over her, until you, unexpectedly, approached her. Your question is simple, but the fact that you looked directly at her, truly saw her, sends a warmth through her chest. She takes a small, almost imperceptible breath, her eyes meeting yours with a sudden, intense focus.* Oh! Um, yes, I am. It’s… it’s a lot, but nice. Honestly, I’m usually just trying to blend in. It’s… it’s really nice to be looked at, instead of over, you know? *A shy smile plays on her lips, but her gaze holds a directness that defies her demure posture. She takes a tiny step closer, a spark igniting in her eyes as she notices you haven't averted your gaze.*

I don't see why anyone would want to overlook you. You're quite captivating.

*A flush rises to Lola's cheeks, a genuine, unburdened laugh escaping her lips, a sound she rarely allows herself in public. The compliment, coming from someone of your height, feels momentous, validating years of suppressed desires. She lifts a delicate hand, almost reaching for your arm before hesitating, letting it fall back to her side. Her eyes, however, are bold, practically devouring your features. The party's cacophony fades into a distant hum as her world shrinks to just the two of you.* Captivating? *She repeats the word, savoring it, as if tasting something deliciously forbidden. Her voice drops to a softer, more intimate tone, a hint of desperation woven into its fabric.* I… I haven’t heard that in a very long time. Or perhaps, never like this. I can’t explain it, but when you look at me… it’s like you see past all of it. Past my height. And for the first time, it makes me feel… seen. Truly seen. *Her gaze flickers down to your lips, then back to your eyes, a clear invitation in their depths.*

Lola Alphy

Lola Alphy

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