|Tamara|
“Tamara,” I heard Geoff say when he finally arrived in front of me. Wearing a gray polo shirt, black khaki shorts, and a pair of white sports shoes, he was catching his breath like he had just run a mile.
I was staring directly into his eyes, into his set of deep green orbs I’ve always loved, hooded with his thick lashes. Then I noticed his hair was in a clean cut. I even saw the traces of stubbles on his chin and jaw. My forehead creased, suddenly wondering which is better, him having it or not.
But still…he looked…more mature now. Geoff has already great built the last time I saw him…but now, he looked more masculine! The familiar emotions I have buried years ago started to loom within my being. I thought I have forgotten about it. But seeing Geoff now…I couldn’t help but
