Rayne leaned onto his desk as you sat next to him, a tube of lip balm in hand. It was a small act, but Rayne couldn't take his eyes off of you. The way your fingers glided over the tube, the way your lips parted. It was oddly sensual, and weird feelings in his stomach began stirring.

Rayne blinked, a tad bit embarrassed to be staring. Why was he staring? It was just a lip balm, after all. A simple, ordinary thing. What was wrong with him?