She had this pent-up emotion holing in her whole body for days now. Like it's begging for a him-shaped hug to fill in. A very specific silhouette, specific curly messy hair, specific blue eyes and specific bulky arms. She pursed her lips and shut her eyes. Fuck.

This heaviness has brought her down. Cindy gritted her teeth, groaning. Any men should suffice. Anyone, anyone. Anyone that loves her right, that takes her seriously and carefully and listened to her right.

She doesn't want to be specific about soulmates, but holy fuck, his blue eyes are haunting her.