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Twitter~ Part 3

Viewer discretion advised- there will be smut

I tried to stand taller, but I couldn't help but have a physical attraction to him. I haven't even seen his face! Why am I so attracted to him?

He held a strong gaze, staring into my eyes. I could feel him smirking underneath his mask. Ugh, this is confusing.

"So?" he said. I pushed his mask to the side, just barely enough to see his mouth. I stood tall, leaned in, then quickly pecked his lips. That wasn't enough for him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me closer.

"I'm kind of-" he cut me off with a kiss. Usually I'd be unhappy being cut off like that, but I couldn't help but kiss back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Our tongues intertwined with each other. It wasn't forceful, but it wasn't sweet either. Whenever his fingertips lightly brushed the small of my back, my whole body tingled. I felt like I was one of those girls making out with the love interest in movies. This was the most passionate make out session I have ever had. My everything wanted this. Wanted more.

Sadly, we pulled apart. Thankfully, we were both breathing heavy, and I wasn't the only one into it. He adjusted his mask, covering his lips again. I pouted. I guess that means no more kissing.

"So.." I started.

He firmly grabbed my arm and led me to his van. Now I started to get really worried, and hope I wasn't going to be kidnapped. He opened the door to the van. Inside it was filled with computer screens hung up on the van wall. He hacked too, which made him even hotter. There was a makeshift pull out bed on another side. I saw a mini fridge hooked up too. How did this work in a van?

"Do you live in here?" I asked. He laughed in response.

"Of course not. This needs to be constantly moving to try and avoid being tracked. There are places who let us hook up what we need, like this coffee shop. It's all very technical," he said. "But, we have much more important business." He shut the van door, and turned on a small red light, just barely illuminating the van.

"You're van is very big, and comfy," I regretted saying this immediately. I could feel the awkwardness radiating off of me. It isn't that big, and we were standing very close to each other.

"Turn around," he said sternly.

"What?" I asked.

"Turn around now," he commanded. His voice was soft, yet rough. I turned around. Maybe I was scared. Maybe I was wanting to be pinned to the wall. Who knows?

Then, nothing happened. I just stood staring at a metal van wall, with dirty thoughts.

"You can turn back now," I turned around immediately to see a shirtless Anonymous. He still had the mask on, but I wasn't looking at his face.

I stared at his chest. Everything was perfect. Like a model. He looked buff as hell, and perfectly toned. No imperfections in the slightest.

He swiftly grabbed my wrist, flipped me around, so my back was against his chest. Anonymous then wrapped his arm around my stomach, having a firm grip on me.

"Is this what you wanted?" He whispered. I mean, of course, but I wasn't going to say that.

"W-what do you mean?" I managed to get out, stuttering. He pushed me up on the wall, and put a hand above my head. He was so close, shirtless, and smelled amazing. I heard him move his mask while I stared at the wall. Then, I felt him kiss my jaw. He kissed down onto my neck, and I couldn't help but gasp.