Nanon, the son of the richest clan in Oregon had been living his life in the past for 17 years. Patiently waiting for that little boy who captured his heart. When he felt like destiny wasn't in his favor anymore, he finally gave up waiting until tha...
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"Are you ready to eat lunch?" I pivot my whole body to Nanon's direction and casts a glance at our hands still entwined sending warmth to my cheeks.
Though I am not looking, I can tell perfectly well that Nanon is digging holes into my face, and it feels like the taller male is ready to devour me anytime with those lustful yet doting eyes. Feeling the intense gaze, I look up and our eyes meet making me perceive different emotions - but mostly, a pulling effect that is circulation throughout my system, and this thought of being held close on those muscles by his chest.
And yet my mind is bewildered, how can a man have such a straight face whilst playing with my fingers, and here I am, losing my cool just holding his hand? As much as I want to think positively, I frown from the thought that perhaps - he had done these things with other people before, and is just doing it this time for the sheer fun of it.
"Something wrong?" Nanon's deep, raspy, and bariton voice catches my attention making me shake my head right away. "I don't like that frown on you, little mate," Nanon says, and I blush from the pet name. I should be mad from being called little - but it is endearingly cute that I just want him to call me that from now on.
"Sweet talker, aren't we?" I ask with brows meeting in the middle, right after pulling myself back together. "Must have done this to a lot of girls, right?" I can feel beads of sweat rolling on my back, and now that I think about it - I ain't stuttering.
"Trust issues, I see," Nanon chuckles and brushes his knuckles underneath my chin, my breathing hitches. "I ain't that man, darling. Besides, I only want to do this with you."
My reasonings are now in mayhem with how the words rolling out of his tongue sounded so lustful, almost tempting and seducing me. But with the last of my sanity intact, I pull my hand away from the male because if I don't - I might bring him to my apartment and marry him instantly. Nanon smirks with the gesture and I look at him, contemplating the fact that his handsomeness, and deep voice that is turning me on so much - are familiar. I think that I have experienced the same amount of longing before, but I cannot fully remember when exactly.
Why does this voice sound so familiar?
"Aren't we hungry, love?" Nanon interrupts whatever is going on inside my mind, and I nod in response. Carefully, I place all of my notes inside my satchel and rises from the seat next to Nanon who is just watching me with a beam on his face since earlier.
Tall. I mentally compliment him before giving him a gentle nudge.
Both of us step out of the classroom and into the hallway, still praying that it is endless but it isn't. Nanon catches my hand again and intertwines our fingers making me die momentarily, and I hate myself for letting a stranger do it. Not that it feels like he's going to harm me, in fact, just being next to him is securely comforting enough and I can't explain why exactly. Throwing that thinking aside, I clasp our hands just a bit tighter and Nanon hums in response as we pass by the corridor. Anxiousness starts to creep up on me when stares from other students start to suffocate me, and I hate that I am once more the center of attention. Quickly, I withdraw my hand away from Nanon and he looks at me, from evident on his face which I disregard as I clutch on the strap of my bag. Knowing what's inside Nanon's brain, I briskly walk just ahead but his strides are longer compared to mine - so, we're basically walking side-by-side.
