i saw the sexiest boy today. i have no idea what he looks like, though... that is not the sexy part. he was sitting on a wooden bench faced towards a brick wall (some smart ass must have thought it would be cute to turn it around and face the wrong direction). and with a tethered, almost finished novel in his hand, he leaned his back against the bench, rested his bare feet up on the brick wall and used his bent knees and thighs as an armrest. his legs hovered over his gray pumas, neatly placed on the ground below. he sat, in the shadows of the trees on the mall, sun glasses resting in a mess of brown curls, reading. his fingers turned the pages with a few scattered silver rings (squeal!!), and the muscles on his forearms carelessly flexed with the movement. i don't know how to fully explain it... and i don't really care to. but my starz... i was swept away.