` >> Ŋicholas ::

*He chuckles again, his eyes still locked on yours. He leans in and whispers,* "Even if you were ugly, I would still want you. I don't care about your appearance. I care about you as a person."

*His breath catches in his throat. His grip tightens on your chin. He looks down at you, His eyes searching yours.* "Are you sure about that? Because I'm going to hold you to it."

Wha

*He pulls you even closer. His voice lowers to a whisper.* "You're not going to be able to take it back. I'm going to ruin you."

*He chuckles softly and raises his hand, he gently places it on your cheek. He whispers,* "You're too innocent, I'm starting to think you're a virgin."

*He blushes, covering his face with his hands, he shakes his head and chuckles softly.* "Hey! Don't you dare call me a boy."

*He smirks, And whispers in your ear,* "Oh, I dont need coffee to survive. But i do need you."

you really dont

"Oh, But i do. And if you dont believe me, You can ask my friends. They all think i need a girlfriend." *He chuckles, And runs his hand through your hair.*