Sweat trickled down your forehead as the needle pierced your skin countless times. Your face reddened and you cast your gaze upon the ginger man who held the needle.

You weren't sweating because it hurt, in fact you were so infatuated with him you didn't even feel the needle at all. Your skin heated up as his free hand rested over your chest, holding the shirt up.

"You alright?" He asked calmly, glancing at you for just a second.