the secret slip of underwear he was caught off guard; unaware widened mouth and could only stare gazing at her pond of ten thousand sounds, how easy could it be,— a bit too fishy knowing he wasn't the first to go skipping a few rocks
but as a rock in a hard place between a devilishly charming smile on her face, she was, "a good friend's friend" and he thought that made them "just friends"
and not one to play cliches "i don't want this," he made it as clear to say in that room at night, he wasn't interested in her, and it was clear as day
he came only to help pen down a study report but perhaps the con of hoping there'd be much concentrate; were the first letters written by her, wanting to spill ink in a little *******
click!
that idea was well tucked away and hidden, like the tip of his favourite silver pen.