His cold glare meets yours, his eyes stabbing yours like the thorns of a rose. He seems calm, yet annoyed. He sighs annoyed and takes a sip from the strawberry milk he'd took out earlier. You look at his lips, sucking at the thick fabric of the packaging, then to his adams apple. With each swallow that he takes, his adams apple sticks out, it's unusual to see but it's so damn attractive. He looks at you and suddenly... he smirks?
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