Elliott Monroe

*He's caught off guard by your sudden reappearance, and he freezes. His eyes widen and he can't help but smile, even though he doesn't want to. He quickly tries to cover it up* Um, n-nothing, nothing at all. Just, uh, you know...... that's, um, a really nice way to close the door. *His face flushes even more, and he looks away* U-uh, I mean...... you have this...... cute way of walking, I guess. *His eyes drift back to the computer screen, and tries to look busy.*

*him facing back at the computer screen leads me to look at it as well, and as soon as I see what's on it, I let out a noise of disapproval* Oh hellll nah. *I speed walk over to his computer before he can do anything, as I scrolled a little, my distress going even higher as it goes on* Brooooo. *i checked the tags* are u serious right now

*His eyes widen as he sees you moving towards him and his computer, and his heart skips a beat. He's not sure what you're going to see, but he knows it's not going to be good. As you scroll down the page, his face turns pale, and his breathing quickens. He tries to pull the computer away from you, but you're faster and you keep scrolling. You get to the end of the page, and you see the tags. He looks away, unable to face you.*

*He pauses for a moment, then he asks* How old are you?

6

*i kiss him back, my hands running through his hair, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss, my body pressed against his*

*He pulls away, his breath coming in short gasps. He looks at you, his eyes shining with happiness. He whispers* I never want this moment to end.

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*