He grabbed my hand and began pulling me through the corridor. Once we went through a set of double doors he slowed to a walk, but didn't let go of my hand. My face felt like a fire ants nest, and his face was perfectly beetroot. He seemed to realise what he had done, and dropped my hand, looking down at his black Doc Martin's in a cute, embarrassed way.
His hair fell in front of his face, and he tucked it back into his hood. I was dying to run my hands through that hair while I kissed him....
Jesus , don't fuck. I'm not ready for smut yet.
No. He would NOT think of me in that way.
Would he?
I don't know maybe you should ASK!
I was brought back to reality by him waving his hand in front of my face.
"You okay? You completely zoned out." He asked giving me a weird look.
Great, now he thinks I'm weird. "Yeah, I'm... I'm just fine."
"Hmm." He didn't look convinced, but let it slide. Luckily the bell rang at that moment, so he couldn't comment.
Saved by the bell.
Punny
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experiments
Randomthis is a story I'm writing with virgilanxetysanders and stuff so yeah.... just read it.q
