Chris Sturniolo
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You donβt know how it happened.
You guys arenβt dating. No way. Not that you two arenβt enemies or anything. But you canβt see anything more with Chris, despite the fact that youβve seen things no other girl has seen with him. Vise versa.
Chris is scared of commitment. Which is understandable. The thought of being someoneβs. That you have to actually put in some effort. And just commitment in general. Itβs scary and wild.
You though, itβs not that youβre scared. You just simply donβt want to. You donβt need a boyfriend. Youβre perfectly fine without one. Men are just childish and a huge waste of time to you. But you also canβt deny what goes through your head when you see Chris walk into the room.
The way you two practically undress each other with your eyes, imagining the unholiest things in the most innocent places. Like school or something. Just like how Chris can practically hear your soft moaning of his name, and how you can basically feel his hips jerking when heβs close. The chemistry is undeniable, but thereβs so love or hard feelings.
Like right now. Itβs actually been a while since you and Chris have gotten active. Work has been a lot. But right now, youβre thinking long and hard how to get you and Chris out of here so youβre satisfied. You glance over at him and see that look in his icy, beautiful blue eyes. The way he slowly looks you up and down, undressing you inch by inch in his mind.
Gosh⦠the primal need and hunger in his eyes right now. You quickly pull your phone out and text Chris
-βHey, meet me in the guest bedroom!β
-βyeah. Iβll be up thereβ ββ Once youβre upstairs and alone, he comes up too. And you waste no time and grab him by his shirt collar and kiss him hard.
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