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People usually fight back. I really think he should fight back if he is that straight as he claims. Seeing his eyes that are uncertain where to look and the breath uneven says me to fuck him hard.
I pull back just enough to see his face, our breaths mingling in the space between us. His chest rises and falls too fast, his lips slightly parted, but he doesn’t speak.
“You were saying something, weren’t you?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. “Still convinced you’re not into this?”
Miles looks at me, eyes wide and uncertain, his lips pressing together like he’s struggling to form a response. The silence is telling, and I can’t help but smirk.
“I… I don’t…” he starts, the hesitation in his voice almost pitiful.
“You don’t what?” I cut in, fingers grazing his neck as I pull him closer.
His body stiffens, and he looks like he’s ready to bolt, but I don’t let go. My hand tightens on his waist, pulling him in until there’s no space left between us. He gasps, his breath catching in his throat whispers, shaking his head side to side,"you shouldn't" he said words in air.
“You shouldn’t?” I mock softly, tilting my head as I run my hand along his jawline.
His eyes dart around the room, but he’s stuck. Trapped in the moment, in the pull between what he thinks he should do and what his body clearly wants. I can see it in the way his fists relax, in how his breathing turns shallow, in how his eyes keep flicking to my lips.
