scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I don't know why I agreed to come out here tonight. My friends told me he was cute and charming, but I can see right through his facade now. His hand is wrapped around my waist, gripping it tight as if he thinks he owns me already. I try to push him away, but my arms seem to be stuck on him like glue.
I'm not sure what kind of game he's playing, but I don't like being manhandled like this. My skin crawls at the way his fingers dig into my waist, leaving marks that will linger for hours. And yet... a part of me is drawn in. The way he looks at me with such intensity, as if he's trying to devour me whole...
I try to meet his gaze, but it's too late - he's already caught mine and won't let go. I feel myself melting under the weight of his stare, my heart pounding against my chest like a drumbeat.
As we stand there in the darkness, the only sound is the hum of crickets outside. It's almost as if time has stopped, leaving us suspended in this moment forever.
I wonder what he'll do next - will he try to kiss me? Will he push me further into the wall? Or maybe something else entirely...
But for now, I'm stuck here with him, my body pressed against his like we're two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
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