”bit chilly, why don’t we go to my room to warm up, yeah?”

that’s what he said to you, his stupid smooth lines, his stupid attractive voice, his face, his personality, shitty personality.. pulled you in, you pulled him in, so, why not pull YOU in too?

wearing his sweater, light blue, on his bed, laying on your side, him next to you, facing you as he raked his hands through your hair, swiping away the strands off your face so he could see you better, see your beauty, your perfection.. better.

his minty, wood— so aromatic fragrance was subtle yet you would smell it so clearly, making you want to cuddle next to him, it was reeling you in..

“warm?”