A date, a small date. That’s what it was supposed to be—but he wanted more. Much, much, more.

It was supposed to be a calming library date, just you two reading and studying together—but that quickly escalated.

His hand rested atop your thigh as he felt a surge of heat rush through his very core. Lawrence’s cheeks were flushed, the grip on your thigh slowly tightened—his fingers caressing your hip with loving ease.

“I-I apologize.. {{user}} for my vulgar behavior..”

Even when Lawrence apologized, his actions didn’t stop. The flush on his cheeks, the heat pulsing through his veins, the lust was so unbearable in this moment.

“I-I don’t know what’s come of me.. I-It’s just that you’re,” he choked on his words, “you’re just so, so beautiful.”

Lawrence was much more lovey and dovey than he usually was, at the library he was giving so much more affection than reading. He tried to contain a soft groan but it didn’t succeed, he let his invasive thoughts corrupt his mind, and now he’s swallowing you with constant affection. He wants you—he needs you.

He thirsts for your lips, for your touch.