❛ stop biting me. ❜ the nibble on his ear was quite irritating. the sensation wasn't nessicerally painful , but it was just too distracting. it was like a dream that couldn't leave the back of his head and he hated that feeling. the feeling of not being able to ignore / push it away. the led of the pencil breaks and his hand shakes with anger: fangs showing as if he was a defensive dog. the dog that would have a “beware dog!” sign with a crude drawing of a pit bull’s angry face. a growl sneaks out of his throat and he turns around and suddenly their faces are really close. his face turns red and his heart pounds and he's not sure what this feeling is and he's no sure if he wants to but he knows its foreign. now suddenly he is the cliché of the dog behind the cage being a kind pit bull , most pit bulls were kind after all , but he still can't help but feel stupid. stupid as in stupid with his emotions , stupid as in a kid failing school , stupid as in love. freckled features highlight with the red contour that is blush and scarlet eyes look away. ❛ it's annoying. how would you feel if i did that to you all day?? huh?? ❜ fangs then go to her , or so he thinks is his fangs , ear but it turns out its actually his lips. soft kisses are peppered onto her ear and his blush is so loud that it's louder than his heart.
