Roman (bxb)

My eyes glared down my arm, and then him, "Don't fucking touch me." I hissed at him, yanking my arm away from his grasp. He slowly walked closer toward me, causing me to back up until I hit the counter behind me. I was staring up at him, his eyes were unreadable.

He tilted his head at me, and brushed the side of my face with his thumb, which made my breath uneasy, I couldn't fucking move. I couldn't even speak, like a lump all of a sudden formed in my throat. His other hand touched the side of my chest and slowly moved down until he was at my waist.

I didn't know why I was allowing him to do this to me.

I was nervous.

And no one ever made me nervous like that.

The way he looked at me was like he wanted to punch me or kiss me, I couldn't tell.

I glanced down at his lips unconsciously.

He leaned close to me until I felt his breath on my cheek. "You're kind of cute when you're like this," He said in my ear, his voice came out in a whisper.