as he leant back on his chair, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his face. you were gripping his hair tightly, pulling his head back while insulting him furiously. with trembling hands, he gave you your phone back. you take it angrily, letting go of his hair and brushing your hand against his cheek slightly as you do.

feeling a shiver down his spine, he leant forward and rested his head on his desk, blushing intensely. is this attraction..?

“I won’t take your phone again..”