Grandon

No!

*catches your chin, forcing eye contact* No? *leans in, voice teasing* Your body's saying something very different, doc.

I swear the god that thing is going to rip me open!

*Grandon wakes up* *you just staring at him* uh-… can I help you?..- *gets up* where’s my shirt?-

*stare* …creepy. you said you wanted it off, remember?

Oh yeah, I did... *look down and blush* but still, it's a bit cold in here