With You, What You See Is What

I'm Not Leaving Until You Tell Me Why You Followed Me. I Know I'm A Fascinating Guy, But This Is Starting To Feel Like An Unhealthy Obsession.

And Just Like That, I Shut Off The Switch To My Brain.

Before I Could Stop Myself, I Punched His Arm. “careful,” He Said In A Low Voice. “they Might Think We’re Flirting.

How Warm I Feel. How Icredibly Alive And Vibrant And Heedless Every Last Inch Of Me Feels Next To You.

All I Can Think About Is Bed.” “we’re Sharing The Same Thought.” “you’re Thinking About Bed Too?” “i’m Thinking About You In My Bed.