Thank you for shipping me, cutie :*
// As he closes the door behind him, his hands are roaming all over you in an instant. He pushes you up against the cold wall and his hands grip your waist tightly as he moans into the heated kiss. You comb your fingers in his hair and tangle it between your fingers as you bring your hand down his back, scratching it through his thin T shirt material. He groans at the feeling, looking down at you monetarily with a smirk playing on his lips clearly before he pushes you back into the wall.
