I glance away, taking a half step back to..... escape? I don't really feel like I want to. His eyes are so beautiful. Damn, I was looking into his eyes again. He was looking into mine. They drew me closer, drawing me in, his gaze running all over my body, making me shiver as if I was cold, so cold I freeze as he comes towards me, eyeing me over and over, lingering on my shaking hands and lips. His steps are slow and heavy. Slowly, so so slowly, his hands land on my hips, his thumbs pressing into the skin. He drags one hand up to my waist, making me jerk as my flimsy shirt was dragged up with it. A sliver of my stomach was exposed to the cold air and his warm hands. He pulled me closer, dragging my hips to his, making me have no choice but to arch my back in order to keep our faces a decent distance apart. Our faces still were so close. I could feel him breathe. "Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." Lgbtq+ storyAll Rights Reserved
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