Fake scenarios w Him <3

Sleepover

Around 5 pm I waited for my friend, we were on our way to my crush' s house for a sleepover with all our close friends.

We spent hours in the living room just chatting and making jokes and also catching up with each other's lives.
At around 7 pm the four of us retreated to his room.

"Do y'all want Winter melon, Caramel, or Chocolate?" He asked in his usual playful tone.

"Dibs on Winter melon"
"I don't want any"

"I'll have the caramel."  Why do I sound like a kid that couldn't get the toy they wanted at the store. He shot me a smile, handing everyone their drinks before handing me mine. The few short seconds of him looking into my eyes, while his fingers gently brushed over mine felt like forever. The forever that I would gladly spend my whole life in without question.

Time flew by fast and soon the other guys were getting up to shower, I decided that I would go last because of my abundance of skin care products that I use before bed. He told them to take a shower then go to the guest room as that's where all of us will be sleeping, we were only a group of four but his room was rather too small for us.

I eyed him in the corner of the room, he sat in silence but there was something off about him. An aura similar to that of a wolf in rut. A shiver ran down every inch of my being when I heard his footsteps going to towards me.

The bed sank upon his weight, a shadow covering me like a blanket, however, the warmth was from someplace else. As the last friend made their way to the bathroom, he quickly sat up and closed the door. He didn't lock it.

A rush of fear settled in the back of my mind. His gaze was dark, even lustful.

The room was silent, only the hum and hush of the air-conditioning was heard while he walked to the edge of the bed, I only sat there, waiting.

He crawled towards me, my body automatically backing up until I hit the cold cement of the wall, there it was. The cold, lustful gaze that was staring me down like he was about to eat me alive.

"Can I kiss you..." His voice was an octave lower than his usual bubbly tone, heat began to rise in the pits of my stomach, minutes have passed and I still haven't responded, too lost in my imagination of what couldn't happen next.

I managed a nod, putting fuel to the flame that was deep in the dark orbs of this man's sanity.

He towered over my small frame, his tall body leaning over to catch my lips with his. The heat in my stomach started to grow, my cheeks turning a bright red.

His free hand roamed around my body before finding the hem of my shirt, he grabbed my waist from underneath it and pulled me closer to him. His mouth then switched to my exposed neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind my ear and on my collarbone. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and I wished I could feel it for even a fragment of a second longer before stopping seconds after footsteps were heard approaching the room.