🖤Virgil🖤
Roman takes off his shirt, the dim-lit empty locker room still bringing out the tan on his abs and muscles. I feel myself blush, looking his body up and down.
"Checking me out already?" Roman smirks, making a flutter feeling in my stomach bloom.
I roll my eyes angsty.
I know I'll usually lie, telling him his mind is full of the shit his fan club, some girls in the hall that are head over heels for roman, say to him. He gets love notes all the time.
Of course they'd think he's straight. This school is homophobic as fuck. Only me and roman being gay, that I know of.
But I can't find myself making an angsty remark. My mouth opens but no words come out.
"What's wrong Virgil? Huh?" Roman asks, smirking, taking a step closer to me, his face close to mine. I feel my breath hitch when he puts his hands on my hips, leaning closer, looking in my eyes, me looking in his.
He's just teasing me. This is nothing. It means nothing. He doesn't like you. I tell myself in my head.
♥️Roman♥️
I lean in and kiss his lips, he kisses back immediately, making me tilt my head, deepening it. He notices and leans closer, our bodies touching.
I bite his bottom lip and he moans softly.
"Let's have some fun shall we?"
(Idk if I should continue this)
