i watch him as i walk behind him. i can feel an air of confidence coming off of him, partially because he had his head held high and his chest puffed out slightly. i let my eyes travel up and down his perfect body. because, to be honest, he will never ever notice me. im too insignificant for him to even look at me. his legs are perfectly muscled; not too much, not too much fat. my eyes follow the curve of his knee as it disappears into the bottom of shorts. his shorts just barely rest on his hips, i bet if you gave them a light tug they would come crashing down. my eyes travel over the perfect curve of his ****. i smirk, i would love to touch it, just like nemo. next is his perfectly shaped back, i follow the soft curves. the dip of his lower back up to his shoulder blades jutting out. oh how i wish my hands could trace those curves up and down, memorizing every dip and curve and flow. his shoulders flow perfectly into his muscular arms. his biceps are perfection. my eyes continue to travel up his neck to his perfect blonde hair. hes let it grow out, so its long, just how i love. but of course none of this is mine. however, as i continue to try to memorize his every curve with my eyes, he turns his head. he catches me staring and winks.