I gingerly slide my hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Caleb,” I say, close to his ear.His arms pause mid air, and his breath catches as the drumsticks fall from his hands, ricocheting on the concrete floor. “Please don’t,” he whispers. “I’m afraid I’ll take this the wrong way. I might actually start to think you like me.”
HELLOOO ?!?!?!?? HELP ME-
— Mar 08, 2025 01:31PM
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