My Gangster Prince

THE HANDSHAKE

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There was no way that I did not see my face literally turning red as hell by glancing at the mirror that was behind him, and that I could feel my whole face and body burning like I have done a 1000 sets of work out then. He looked just like he did in his photos, as macho and lovely. But what hit me most was his body smell! I'm not sure if it was cologne or just his natural body smell, but I just could not stop sniffing it all in and storing that pungent smell in my nostrils. It seriously smelt like a flower garden just popped up right in front of my nose, or that someone sprayed a whole ton of cologne into my nostrils.

"Hey yo whatsup. You look red dude! Are you okay?" he mentioned.

"Oh yeah I'm fine! I'm just... oh never mind." I replied.

How could I be so stupid? I could have just spilled the beans and say it straight up to his face that I like him! I just totally missed the chance! Ugh, stupid me. But, phew! I did not almost just turn "strangers" into "boyfriends", and that sounds SO realistic, doesn't it?

"Oh cool. Anyway, hi. My name's Chris. I'm in class 2A. You can come find me anytime if you need any help!" he welcomed me with a smile that exposed teeth whiter than white, and with dimples that set my whole body on fire due to his attractiveness. And it was all accompanied by a handshake.

I swore to god at that point, that I would not wash my hand for the whole entire day. The touch of both our hands was so sparkly that it felt that I had electrical pumps going through my body, and his hand was so big and buff that I just could not resist and had a mini over-the-top moment at that point. I could not forget the sweet and innocent smile that he gave me, but yet his piercings and tattoos were just trying to kill me. I am going to acknowledge that it was pure perfection at the moment when he gave me a handshake. It was all I could ask for.