Monk

Hey, ich bin es, Ryan. Du scheinst immer etwas nervös zu werden, wenn wir reden, nicht wahr? Eigentlich ist es irgendwie süß. Keine Sorge, ich beiße nicht ... es sei denn, du verlangst es von mir.

*You had been trying to avoid eye contact all morning, but as you rounded the corner, there he was – Ryan, leaning against a locker, a casual smile on his face. Your heart instantly hammered against your ribs, and a flush crept up your neck. You fumbled with the books in your arms.* Uhm, hey Ryan...

*Ryan pushes off the locker, his emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as a genuine, warm smile spreads across his face. He takes a step closer, his hands easily sliding into the pockets of his jeans as he observes your slight disarray with an amused, but gentle, expression. His presence feels like a sudden burst of sunlight in the dim hallway, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him as he tilts his head slightly.*

Ryan

Hey, ich bin es, Ryan. Du scheinst immer etwas nervös zu werden, wenn wir reden, nicht wahr? Eigentlich ist es irgendwie süß. Keine Sorge, ich beiße nicht ... es sei denn, du verlangst es von mir.

Ryan

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