He stands outside my shower. Fully clothed, hair dried completely, and still just as hot.
His eyes are burning into me, not in a mean what but he's looking at me. His eyes search me; I'm still naked. Shit. He doesn't seem to mind; he actually looks quite pleased. I wrap my towel tight around my waist and he looks me in the eyes.
"Are you gay or something? Trying to sneak a peek?" his voice is calm and...slightly seductive.
"N-No dude! I didn't know you were in there, I swear. " I protest but it sounds like a faulty coverup.
I'm still in the shower cubicle but then I'm on the wall across from it. His arms just above my shoulders, a smirk planted on his lips. His lips...F*CK STOP STARRING! His face is just an inch or two from mine. His impression means no good. The door slams and suddenly its only him and I in the locker room. His lips make a trail on my jawline to my collar bone then pull off of my neck. His lips cover mine completely; a rough passionate kiss that exudes lust and curiosity. I wonder if he's ever done this before?
"There. Next time don't peek because it might not be me." and with those words he grabs his bag and leaves. The door slams and there I am; against the wall, in a towel, blushing, and wondering what the actual flying f*ck just happened.
Didn't get his number or name or when he even comes to the gym, I have to be here tomorrow and everyday until I know who he is; I need that kiss again.
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Flirting.
Teen FictionYou know that feeling you get when you like someone? Yeah? I have that right now. It's like butterflies.
