Every Thursday, for 2 months, our gazes would lock across the hallway but neither would make a move. I would glance at him just to admire him from afar and to my surprise, his gaze is on me too. His eyes behind those glasses were cool and aloof but he made my heart feel warm and alive so each time, I would be the first one to look away.
I did not expect him to be looking at me but when I saw him, I know my cheeks reddened and my palms sweat in nervousness.
He knew I was staring at him but he didn't seem to mind from how intense he would look back at me.
That was our routine—me with my friends and him with his but we were in our own world as we searched for each other.
He was cute, tall, and elegant. An introvert like me but his introversion was higher in percentage than mine. Somehow, I wanted to protect him, I wanted to keep him in my pocket, he was that cute.
I had asked my friends to set me up with him and they said they would but it was taking too long because soon enough, I wouldn't be able to anymore so when I finally had the chance to, I shoot my shot.
I walked up the stairs with a coin in my hand as I fiddled with it nervously. My eyed widened when I saw him a few feet away from the stairs, his back facing the staircase while he talked with a friend of his; the one that I always see him with. If I was honest, they were both my type but he caught my attention more.
He was the most beautiful in my eyes.
His friend left him for a moment, patting him on his shoulder before he walked off.
I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. I swallowed and squatted down as if I found the coin on the ground before I stood up and tapped him on his shoulder.
He looked at me but when he saw who it was, I watch his cheeks redden and his eyes widen in surprise.
I casually smiled at him even if my heart was beating too loud and fast. "You dropped this."
It was cringe and so fucked up but it was worth it.
He looked at the coin in my hand and hesitantly took it, looking into my eyes with confusion. "Oh, uh, thank you."
I want to brush his hair and whisper in his ear how cute he is but I only nod.
He knew I was lying. He knew I was just trying to approach him but I didn't know how.
But to my surprise, as I awkwardly walked away, he stopped me. "Wait. Um..."
My eyes flicker5s to his lips as he anxiously bit it.
"I never...dropped a coin before...maybe it's because it's my first time being this nervous..." He trailed off, telling me those with his deep and quiet voice.
I noticed his words held two meanings.
Smiling, I gently assured him. "You're cute. It's fine being nervous, you know? Someone will still pick it up and give it back to you...however you want."
His eyes that didn't seem to leave me seem pleased with my words as a slow smile found its way to his lips.
It was my turn to be mesmerized as I couldn't seem to keep my gaze off of him.
He's so damn beautiful.
Our interaction was short and intense but it was enough for me or so I thought. I had to leave because he was too alluring and if it disappointed me a little how he didn't stop me when his friend came back, I needed to cool down.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
How could I when my mind was filled with thoughts of him? Thoughs that were both innocent and naughty.
So fucking innocent...I want to corrupt his innocence and make him do unholy things with me. I want him to set those eyes on me while I go down on him and please him, make him moan and whimper for me while his hand grips my hair.
I will do everything for him and I will teach him how he can please me too. I will guide him and kiss him all over his skin until all he can think about is me on top of him doing him right. I will grind my ass on his lap and allow him to grip my thighs while he breathes loudly in my ear, moaning to give him more.
I will teach him how to touch me, kiss me and destroy me in the way that I will only think of him when I touch myself.
I want to grip his hair and place him in between my thighs, my legs spread wide open for him while his innocent tongue tastes me and makes me melt under his touch, my thighs shaking in pleasure.
Fuck...What a good boy you are.
I want to see and feel his fingers sink inside of me over and over again while he plays with my clit and watching my reactions to his touch. I will hold eye contact with him and praise him every time his fingers sink inside.
I will kiss him and taste everything about him and make him fuck me and make love to me slowly and I will edge him until he begs me to make him cum.
I want him. He is the object of my desires and I can hardly believe how intense my feelings are for him.
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Author:
Uh..yeah.
Sorry it's cringe huhu.