HE FEELS CRAZIER

GREG:

I turned to meet the most handsome male on record, standing at the entrance, staring at me with great affection. He couldn’t hide it. I saw it, and I feel contended that he has such an impression of me.

He descended the stairs, covered with red carpets, and stood at the foot of the room. From above, he looked the same tall and challenging. Nicholas’ physique is intimidating, and he knows about it.

He didn’t dress up like me, yet he looked more attractive in his black jeans, torn on both knees, and the black t-shirt protected with a black jacket. His shoes were black, and so was his belt. Those shades of black gave him an idol look, and I melted in its effect.

Nicholas wore no accessories while I clad up in a fancy wristwatch and diamond neckwear plastered to my neck, which reflected in between the open buttons of my shirt.

He began elevating to me, and without realizing I was moving restlessly on my seat, I gripped my pants.

His every step took a breath from me, and I imagi