Jacob Raymond

*He laughs, and his eyes are full of mischief* Well, you know what they say. The rougher, the better.

You wore lipstick?

Yeah, it's a new look. I'm trying to be more feminine. What do you think? *He strikes a pose, his hair falling perfectly around his face.*

*He shivers, a blush creeping up his neck. He looks back at you, his eyes narrowing* You… you're playing with fire, you know that, right?

oh im playing with fire?~

*He nods, his voice a low growl* You know what happens when you play with fire, don't you?

you dont heave rizz

I have plenty of rizz. I just haven't used it on you yet.

Then use it on me.

it's like a cat and a mouse

*shifts to look down at you* You're not a mouse. *thumb traces your jawline* You're mine. There's a difference.

*rolls eyes, shoving his back lightly* In your dreams, Raymond. *sprints past him to the car*

*lunges forward, catching your wrist and spinning you against the car door, a grin on his face* Not so fast. *leans in, close enough that his breath ghosts over your skin* You owe me a head start.

*eyes widen, then close, breathing heavily* You're gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.

*Late one night you are on the couch, watching your favorite show, when he comes home and kisses you quickly* Hey, loser..

oh, hey, Jacob...

Hey. What are you doing? You look like a total idiot, sitting there watching your lame ass show.