Cursed {boyXboy}

Black Touch

Mrs. Wilkins managed to make Michael sit on a table beside me. The class, however, seemed not to give anything about it.

But i felt a chilling freeze around the room, when Michael entered.

The bruise i got this morning started to ache. The room was cold, but i could feel my self sweating. My heart was pounding of the impulses the bruise was sending.

I sensed lust and desire flicker an flow through my whole system. I took a glance at Michael, who was looking at my direction.

I gasped heavier. 

 turned my head back from his black eyes. Pitch like a black hole, but mysterious as the abyss. His hair were pitch black but i knew they were not colored. His pale skin felt so cold, but tempting. His lips we scarlet, not even breaking of the chilling weather.

Michael was mysterious, but i have the desire to touch his lips.

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Homeroom was finished, the moment the bell rang, i stood up, quickly, and walked towards the rest room on the top most floor, and no one ever goes there anymore aside from me and the janitor.

The bruise stopped aching, but from the feeling it gave me earlier, i was starting to think it wasn't a bruise, neither a hickey, it could be something else.

The sign of the succubus. 

No. I washed my face of the cold water coming out the faucet, hoping that the freeze would wake me up.

When i raides my head and faced the mirror, i saw in the reflection, Michael standing still at my back.

I was surprised and i felt my heart jumped, as if i've seen a ghost.

The bruise started aching again.

"What are you doing here? H-H-How did you get here?" I asked as i kept my self far as possible.

"Silly you ask. What would a human do to get to a place he wanted to go to?" He gave a smirk, but he's expression was empty. He took a step closer and reached his hand towards my face.

I kept on leaning backwards on the sink.

"Say, would you like to have a little fun over this place?"

My bruise sent me chills. It made me feel lust for Michael and it made my heart pound, my breathing faster and heavier.

He gently touched my right cheek. His palm was cold, like ice, and i felt tempting darkness in his touch. I leaned forward as he pulled my face towards his. I was starting to close my eyes and i could feel his lips, his wet lips, touched mine.

For a moment, my soul lost it's conciousness, when the bell suddenly rang and i was back to my thought. I was startled of the sight of Michael.

I moved away from his hands and ran away towards the stairs.