The pain of knowing I was letting it happen again. Xnx It was impossible not to steal a glance at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a pair of very revealing black jeans littered with chain and buckles. The prospect of lunch also quickened my pace, as the smells of the canteen wafted to my nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland; different, peculiar, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smile. Sorry, I’m obsessed with The Hunger Games. The Cheshire Cat he was. We don’t know each other.”, he breathed, hands laying upon my shoulders. The pain of knowing it would all turn around and bite me in the arse. And he was so handsome. It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend. “What’s your story?”, he
