The Boy Next Door
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"Pleeeeaaasssseee!" he begged
"Nope"
"Pretty please" he pouts and that makes me laugh.
He is still on his knees on my bedroom floor, on his knees, leaning on my bed, begging me for my help.
"Pretty please with abs on top?" He beggs
"Umm, No." I say and stick my tongue out at him.
"Welllllllllllllll" he says and before I could say anything he jumped off the floor and straddled me pinning my wrists at the side of my head.
Our faces are so close that I can feel his breath faning my face. I could help but notice his little friend.
"Please help me with math" he begs his eyes boring into mine.
I stay there in silence looking straight into his eyes.
Suddenly the space in between our faces get smaller.
OMG what is happening?
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