☀ Not your type ☀

"You're staring at him again, Allison." He whispered softly, prodding my arm. I shook my head, still refusing to look him in the eye. "I wasn't staring." I lied. I was a liar. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, and I could feel the warm air from his breath invade my neck. "Are you sure yo...