you're doing a project with the quiet boy in his room,he refuses to talk to anyone. sitting next to him, you can see his defined facial features scrunched in frustration. he adjusts his glasses, your eyes catching his hands. you shift in your seat with thoughts of those veiny hands, and what they could do... "(User)?" his deep voice says. "yes?" you say. "am i distracting you?" he teases. you look away."no" " then look me in the eyes when you say that” no words come out. he smirks. "thought so."