She was just leaving the school. Her briefcase overflowing with what he was sure was teaching supplies and activities. He wondered as she set everything in the car where the flowers were. He knew she had received them because he’d been watching. He had seen her face light up when she saw them. He saw her as she breathed in deeply the scent of them and then he’d seen her face fill with delight and confusion when she read the card. He had not put his name on it but instead left only a few words from her favorite book. He knew she would love it and wonder who knew her so well. Perhaps, she would imagine a secret admirer. He lingered over the thought of her envisioning him.
He continued to watch her intently; her every move only adding to his obsession. Without knowing it, the simple adjustment of her hair over her shoulder highly aroused him. He wondered how it would smell, how it would feel, when he finally ran his fingers through it. He knew that day would come and he relished in the thought of it. It would be the day she would know how much he loved her and the day she would discover that she loved him.
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