There’s something about the way the sunlight collects on his beard.

How he becomes animated when it goes from dark brown to fiery red. The way his lips come alive in the light, suddenly I can see the curves of his mouth, the corners pulling up in a smile as he laughs at my jokes. God, I love making boys laugh, like actually laugh and lose themselves for a second. I love seeing who they are when they have briefly let go of control.

So here he is standing in the sunlight stroking his beard and looking at me. All because I’ve told him how I like seeing him in the sunlight.

God damn, I have another crush!