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“I think we should make out,”
Those are the first words that the man said to James when they met at the party.
James had never seen this man in his life, but something about his demeanour was intoxicating, more intoxicating than the glass of champagne someone had handed him earlier. The way he carried himself with an air of effortless confidence. The way his black hair fell in the kind of perfect way James had never been able to achieve. His piercing grey eyes that felt like they were peering into James’ very soul, threatening to strip away every layer until he could breathe in James’ pure essence like it was oxygen and he was a drowning man.
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A jegulily oneshot inspired by the song Do Not Disturb by Halestorm.