Pretty Boy In Glasses

"Ian Romano, what a beautiful name with that pretty face of his." Did I mention I am a sucker for Italian men?

"He is innocent, but then he started doing and saying stuffs that makes question if he is actually innocent to the core."

He can be a nerd most of the times but...
He wears glasses most of the times.
He is quiet.
He is on the school soccer team.
He is really handsome.
He is pretty.
He is kind of popular.

"I wouldn't say I am the opposite but..."

I wasn't a nerd.
I wasn't quiet.
I don't wear glasses.
I am beautiful enough to my satisfaction.
I am not on the cheerleader team.
I am just there, not really popular.

***

"Ian, have you kissed anyone before?" I looked at him thinking he was going to say no, but the pretty boy here shocked me by giving me a smug smile, nodding his head in approval.

"Why are you surprised, novio? Do you think I am all innocent?"

"Well, I thought all nerds were innocent?"

He moved closer to me and smirked. "Who said I was a nerd?" Before I could process what he said, he bit my ear and lightly brushed his fingers on my thigh.

"Tonight I am going to kiss every inch of your body...and I mean every inch." He whispered.

And I have never been this turned on in my life.