Mu looks good. And smells even better. I love the feeling I get from the smell of a guy. And especially when it’s a constant, unchanging smell. I love his touch, so evasive in its longing. And so calculatedly cautious. I love his eyes when he tells me, that I’m beautiful. And his mischievous smile when I blush.
I’m scared of where it can lead me. I know it wont go beyond the stolen glances.
He’s married.
Mu, you are a bastard.

- did i mention, he's better with all girls.