Comparison is, after all, the death of happiness. But seeing beautiful pictures all the time just makes you realize — you’ll never have those cheekbones.
Hands. Large and strong. Tapered and capable. Rough and calloused.
You catch the eye of the guy quietly sipping his beer as he listens to his friends. His dark eyes widen slightly as they meet yours but just as quickly, he looks down into his cup. Bullseye.