Barry's fingers. Anytime I think of them, there's always a flashback that comes with it.
[Flashback]
I stood alone, resting my back on the school fence. I already spent some minutes there with my eyes shut and my mind racing with different thoughts before deciding to go straight to my lockers to grab my books for the morning class.
I exhaled as I checked my books, trying to get the whole of myself ready for today's activities.
I was trying to put my books inside my bag when someone rushing from the back, pushed me foward that I stumbled and almost had my butt land on the ground. Fortunately for me, a pair of strong hands with noticed masculinity held the back of my waist to help me not to fall, then I perceived the familiar scent coming from the person.
Cinnamon scent. Barry. Just the guy I had my mind all through this morning. The tightness I had felt earlier today began to loose little by little.
