RainGlows
and i always fall for the poems about the RAIN
"No homo." His hot breath fanned my face as he pushed me against my locker. I blushed. Then, he kissed me and I didn't report him for sexual harassment because he's hot. Cover by @Lena-Presents
I couldn't see him that well from this angle, but I could tell he dressed expensively. He wore nice dress pants with a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. The watch on his hand shinned, like it was made from little diamonds. I squinted my eyes, looking closer to see his face. He had groomed facial hair, and thic...