Lucas
"What else in me do you like about?" I ask, my voice cracking.
She drags her fingers to my hairline and plays with my hair, wrapping her fragile fingers into my hair. I close my eyes yearning for her touch and tighten my lips fighting not to let the moan escape.
Your hair, she whispers.
She lowers her fingers to the bridge of my nose. Your nose.
She holds my face with her gentle hands and rubs her thumbs on both my eyebrows. Your eyebrows.
I swallow while I curl my hands into a fist. Her touch is so intoxicating. I need it more. I want it more.
Her fingers wrap around my ears. Your ears.
Fuck. I let out a whimper I have been holding out for so long.
Her fingers travel down to my lips. I want to kiss her so bad. I slightly part my lips and she leans closer.
Is she going to kiss me?
Her eyes shift down to my lips. If eye-fucking was a thing, this is it. I breathe. I realise how close we are. She traces her fingertips outlining my lips. Your lips.
She moves on from my lips to my neck and smells my cologne. I smirk. She is too close but I am not complaining. I like this. Your neck.
She gets hold of my shirt's collar and pulls me close. I land my hands on her hips and she gasps, immediately loosening her grip on my collar.
I take her in. I can't wait anymore. "No. Stay. Please."
She looks at my eyes and pauses. She was shifting from one eye to the other like a pendulum.
No, Lucas.
I frown in confusion.
Not until you say you want me.
Before she got a chance to finish the sentence, I pulled her in to land my lips on hers. She didn't pull back and I smirk.
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The boy I like
RomanceMaya and Lucas are two people in their 20s who were close enough to know their favourite colours but never knew if they liked each other.
