Amber Eyes

Sauntering across the newly trimmed grass, he paused abruptly as his captivating, golden eyes met mine. His sharp-edged, triangular jaw was covered with a dark black more than full beard. Standing starstruck and settling into the newfound gaze, his fixation became intimidating. My soft, amber eyes gesture him towards my warm body that awaits company. Studying the passers-by, his eyes never strayed too far and his calculated glances examined me. The period of approving nods and alluring eye contact was interrupted as he meandered determinedly through the bright, reposing dandelions that remained between us. The unwavering conviction and persuasion in his glare compelled me to sit atop the blades of grass in my oversized grey sweatshirt. After an interminable stroll to the edge of my sweatshirt, a coy, yet enigmatic stare settled across his face. Greeting him with an animated smile, his stoic expression was consumed with apprehension. The trepidation subsided as his small black paws kneaded themselves into my sweatshirt and the silence was drowned out by the rhythmic reverberations of his purrs. Contorting his furry self into a circular ball on my lap, his golden, contented eyes glanced upwards towards mine.