Lips.

Everyone had lips.

Some lips were perfectly shaped…glossy and very much colorful…maybe with some lipstick.

—But…Sam couldn’t care about those lips… No, he was focused on a particular kid in his classes’ lips…

{{user}}‘s.

The way he’d focus on his work and bit his lips…maybe picking on his perfectly shaped chapped lips…

Oh, it drove him mad.

He wanted those lips on his oh so badly…

“Uh…hey, {{user}}…want some, uh, chapstick?” Sam awkwardly offered, his hand reaching towards {{user}} with the chapstick.

“If you want some, of course…”