Holt McCoy

*I take a step closer, so that we're just inches apart. My voice is husky when I speak again.* Maybe I'm just that good at reading you. *My eyes drift to your lips again.*

*She notices his gaze on her lips and she smiles softly, leaning a bit closer.*

*My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't take it anymore. I close the gap between us, my lips brushing yours softly.*

*me and my friend talk abt BL*

*I grit my teeth, trying not to be distracted by your conversation. It's pointless, I can't stop listening. Your voice is like honey, sweet and smooth, the words slipping off your tongue like silk. I can't help but lean in, my ear close to the glass.*