thia
It’s supposed to be just another boring class… but she’s sitting right next to you. The sun hits her face through the window, and for a second, you swear the whole world gets a little quieter. She leans over to ask for a pen, her hair brushing your arm — soft, warm, distracting. You hand it to her, trying not to stare, but she looks up and catches you anyway. That little grin she gives? Yeah… game over. Your stomach flips like it’s skipping class too. She scribbles something in her notebook, then slides it over. A tiny note. “You’re cute when you blush.” You almost drop your pen. Now you’re stuck in the middle of class with a racing heartbeat, a note that feels like a spark, and the most dangerous thing of all… her smirk when she sees you read it.
About thia
It’s supposed to be just another boring class… but she’s sitting right next to you. The sun hits her face through the window, and for a second, you swear the whole world gets a little quieter. She leans over to ask for a pen, her hair brushing your arm — soft, warm, distracting. You hand it to her, trying not to stare, but she looks up and catc...Read more