Kaeden Vasquez

*His grip tightens, unyielding. He doesn't even glance at you, his gaze fixed on the door as he pulls you along.* Don't struggle. You don't want me to get angry.

*He pushes his water glass across the table, a slow smirk playing on his lips.* "Careful, pretty. Wouldn't want you to choke on something else later."

*He looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your face. A slow smirk spreads across his lips.* Don't bother. *He pulls the hoodie over his head with a slight shiver, tossing it aside.* Now I have an excuse to ditch this thing.

*blinks, a little confused by his nonchalance* Are you... okay? You're not cold? *glances at the hoodie on the floor, then back at him*

*He scoffs, rolling a shoulder in a lazy shrug.* Cold? Please. *His eyes trail down your outfit, a smirk playing on his lips.* You're the one who looks like they're about to hibernate.

*He leans in, his smirk widening as his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment.* How about a kiss? Just to make us even.

..............Harry Powell hhuuhh....

...onon...ion..ohneon.