ROYCE.
I really have no way to explain what I feel when she turns and saunters out of the cafeteria as if she owns the entire place. If I try to put it into one sentence, it would be; She looks f*****g mind-blowingly sexy and smoking hot.
Her long killer legs move confidently, her hips naturally swaying as she walks, and her breasts bounce as does her hair. There’s a fire in her eyes that makes my throat go dry. She’s not seen me but she’s angry and she doesn’t give a s**t about the consequences.
Call me insane, but I actually admire that.
She’s able to be herself without even considering the repercussions of her actions.
She spots me, and her heart skips a beat. Her eyes meet mine for a second, before she turns those bottle-green eyes away and brushes past me, leaving me with a hint
