[2] bite

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i was about to leave when he wrapped his arms around my waist. a giggle escaped my lips before turning round, "you know you can't just do that." he smiled before relaxing his arms and backing away.

"well you have a valid point. but as far as i'm concerned, you didn't stop me, so surely you didn't mind?" my cheeks flushed bright red and i hung my head down. i did like it. i felt a hand brush against my chin, i looked up and saw his green eyes connect with mine.

"why are you here so late at night?" i asked, stumbling on my words, attempting to make small talk. all these feelings and i've been here for less than  fifteen minutes.

"i'm here because i wanted a coffee, but can i ask why you, pretty boy, are here this late at night?" i took a seat and sighed. i honestly didn't have a reason and the whole backstory of why i'm here in this town is boring and stupid. i nodded my head, not saying anything. he pulled his chair out and sat down and held my arms.
"set me free," i muttered, leaning in closer and closer, our noses touching. i inhaled a deep breath; "please don't bite."

author's note;
don't kill me this is short but it just seemed like a good place to end it

- tasfia
(goldenfranta on ig)

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