“Your hands are so small,” he taunted, leaning down to match your level as he held his hand flat out, “wanna compare?” He asked, his tone as playful and teasing as ever as he waited for your hand to touch his, when it did, he intertwined his fingers with yours.

He knew just where you were weak, and when it came to him — pretty much everywhere. Your crush on him was quite endearing, your reactions? Even more so. He relished in seeing your face go red at every comment he made at you.