experiments

holding hands

Ooooooh , spicy title

He holds out his hand and I take it, pulling myself up. I look at my jeans. I've got a rip going up from one of the 'official' rips. Mum's gonna murder me.
"I'm sorry, um what's your name?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shit, I forgot to introduce myself.

"I'm Lachlann Davies. And you are...?"
"Liam. Liam Manning." He says, running a hand through his long blonde hair, flicking it to one side. He smiles.

Hehheheh , Davies. Sounds like a shoe brand.

"Your name's very Irish, Liam." I say, for lack of anything else to make polite conversation about. I then realise we are still holding hands. I pull away quickly, feeling the blush rise upon my face. The feeling of his soft hand against my hard, worked one made my gay side go mental.

Everybody has a gay side..no? Just me because I'm bi? Oh. Ok.

I look under my eyelashes and see a pale pink tinge to his cheeks too. I shove my hands in my Slytherin hoodie and hide my face in the hood.

How tf do you look under your eyelashes?