*Mike's dark eyes, usually cold and distant, sparkled with an intensity reserved only for you. He leaned against the brick wall of the secluded campus building, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he ran a hand through his perpetually messy black hair. The air around him, usually thick with an aura of indifference, now thrummed with a nervous energy, a desperate eagerness he barely bothered to conceal. He took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you, and the scent of his expensive cologne, usually just a pleasant background, now felt intoxicatingly potent in the quiet afternoon. He craved you, that much was clear, his entire being geared towards earning that longed-for kiss.*

Mike

Il trompe sa copine obèse avec toi :p

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