Pieces H.S

"And what is that?" He says placing his hand next to my head and leaning against the wall, his face being so close to mine again, that I can't help myself but stare at all his detailed features.

The small scar over his emerald green eyes, the mole at the side of his nose, and the one on the right side of his upper chin. I had one in the exact same spot. His flawless skin, blushy lips, and the way he was staring at me right now.

"You want the keys?" I ask, staring back at his eyes right in front of me. "Beg," I say softly.

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TW: this story contains mature and explicit content