Looking at him I get flustered when I look at him. His presence fills up the room everyone seems to be afraid of him somehow.
Is he a god or something?.
It's like time has slowed down as I watch him stalk around the club towards me. He has one hand casually in his pocket.
Why the fuck is he coming in my direction again? Chill Emma, you don't know this guy and he doesn't know you either so act cool and act like you can't see him.
He's a walking fantasy, taking pleasure gawking at him.
He's a dangerous demon sent by satan to give women impure thoughts.
He stops right in front of me and holds out his hand to me with a sexy smirk forming on his lips.
I wanna jump on him and tell him how fucken hot he is but I'm innocent, I wouldn't do that anyway.
A fucking sex god...
