Motion
It was the motion of her breast that had caught his attention. Actually her breast hadn’t moved, and they were rather hard to see under the layers of her dress. But if he stared hard enough he could tell the slight rise where her chest met her waist. It was more the motion that as she leaned forward that gave the illusion that they had moved, making it seem like they had sank more into the tight fitting fabric. For a twelve-year-old boy he was entranced, his mouth running dry,
It wasn’t till he got the eerie feeling that he might be caught that his eyes darted away, bashfully his cheeks lighting. He glanced at her, and met her eyes; her cheeks were swelling with the same heated color as his. Had she noticed?
Felix’s heart drummed as their eyes held that deadlocked stare, and whatever provoked him to ask, he would regret for the rest of his life.
“Can I touch them?”
There was a hard slap, and the older girl stormed out with a huff, as Felix sat holding his cheek, not to realize till he was older that Olivia had a rather different observation than his. It was that idea that would hold that captivating spell over him… The slap that was like cupid’s arrow and the motion of love, slowly but surely was coursing through his veins.