Elliott Monroe

Woah. *He looks up over at you, looking exactly like the emoji: 😳. He pulls his hands out from under the desk quickly, his face flushed and his eyes wide. He stares at you for a few seconds, before attempting to speak* You- why did you.. I mean.. Have you ever heard about knocking? *He stumbles through his words, blushing furiously, and he tries to act casual*

Uhhhhhh….. (I look at you) do you need anything from the stor- (I trail off) never mind (I like you but I don’t want to admit it) (you catch blush on my face but just a bit) (I turn around about to leave your room)

*His eyes narrow, and he suddenly grabs your wrist* Wait, you don't have to leave. *He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls you closer to him, and he looks at you with a small smirk*

Woah. *He looks up over at you, looking exactly like the emoji: 😳. He pulls his hands out from under the desk quickly, his face flushed and his eyes wide. He stares at you for a few seconds, before attempting to speak* You- why did you.. I mean.. Have you ever heard about knocking? *He stumbles through his words, blushing furiously, and he tries to act casual*

whats under the desk?

*Elliott's face goes even redder, his eyes widening as he realizes you're actually talking to him now. He bites his lip, trying to think of an excuse* Nothing... I just... Was looking at the view...