’Oh I’m going to burn in hell for sure’ Was the phase you repeated in your mind shamefully as you listened to Ben brooding and whining about his tragic backstory. The only thing on your mind however was hopefully wishing and picturing his hands unbuttoning and undoing your outfit.

You stared at him as his hand clutched his chest, crumpling his hoodie as he strained his veiny hand. He glanced over at your starstruck expression as his brows furrowed.

“Are you even listening..?”