“stop fucking with me!” you say with an agitated tone, your volume slightly raised. he’s looking at you with a little smile, his head slightly turned like a puppy.

you sigh and turning your back to him, not even wanting to look at him. all of a sudden, you feel and see the sleeves of his grey hoodie wrap around your waist, and his breath against you neck. he always has a way of getting you to calm down.. whether you like it or not.