Faris reached out and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger before bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. His dark lashes fluttered and he visibly trembled. I just stared at him; he was psycho intense and also like… really fucking strange with his mannerisms. That means you wanna bone him. My inner witch piped up and I blushed at my own dirty thoughts. No, it means I find him fascinating, I argued with myself. You wanna ride his crazy train. And by train, I mean his big ol’ crazy coc—
