Attractive

Sage Johnson

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"Beau Riley." I whispered his name in awe after spending a lot of time trying to get his social media account.

I sincerely had to thank his classmate, who happened to be my cousin, for snitching on me about him.

However, to my dismay, his social media did not contain anything aside from random photos of cats, keyboards, and screenshots of his game plays. In other words, he was very mysterious.

The first time I saw him back at the competition, I already felt gravitated towards him. To meet someone who was so humble and great at the same time was surely exhilarating. Aside from that, he looked gorgeous. As a man myself, I had to admit there's a certain charm about him. 

He was simply irresistible. I knew I wanted to be close to him. 

And so, I made an attempt back at the library to get his number. Thankfully, I succeeded. We spent our nights playing together. A part of me would always squirm and feel warm every time I heard his voice through my phone's speaker. His voice has always been soft, gentle, and pleasing to the air. Like cotton candy. 

Now that I'm looking at him eating an ice cream that we bought after the roller coaster ride, I know I did not regret initiating our friendship. Despite him being all worried that he might bore me, it was quite the opposite for me. I truly enjoyed his company. 

"Where are we going next?" he asked as he raised his hazel-brown eyes to look at me. There was a hint of excitement prancing in his gaze that excited me as well. 

I shifted my sight around the park first before I stared at him with a smile. "Let's play arcade games. The loser gets to buy the winner a new skin." I challenged, putting forward my selfish desire of getting a new skin for the game we were playing before. 

"Game," he replied with a grin. 

After finishing our ice cream, we strolled along the way to the arcades. We stopped by the claw machine to stare at the prizes inside. 

"Teddy bears, phones, figurines... Hmm," Beau mumbled under his breath, describing the things he saw inside. He was probably pondering whether they were worth the coins or not. 

I chuckled at that. "Stop contemplating it and just play. I'll pay for you if you don't want to spend money on it," I offered kindly. I mean, it was not like money was a problem on my part. Thanks to my parents, my allowance was great enough to spend on leisurely stuff like this. 

He raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm indeed stingy with my own money, but if you're such a kind man to offer that, then I won't refuse." He spread out his palm in front of me with a grin. 

I had to stop myself from squeezing his cheeks as I saw his gummy smile in full view. He was just so cute! 

"Here," I muttered as I handed out a fistful of coins. 

He eagerly grasped the coins from my hand, his fingertips scratching on the sensitive skin of my palm. It felt slightly itchy and ticklish. He did not seem to take note of this, though. 

Beau joyfully inserted the first coin into the claw machine before he held the joystick to control the claw. His expression turned serious as he watched the claw intently. He was keen on getting a good prize, huh? 

I only leaned on the claw machine as I watched his side profile sternly play the game. There was something about him being so focused that tickled a part of my heart. He looked so different this way—sexier, even. 

What was I thinking? 

I shook my head as I shifted my posture in a more relaxing way. It did not take any seconds longer for him to come up to me with nothing on his arms. The coins were all used up, and he did not get anything at all. 

"It was a scam game. The teddy bears probably had rocks inside, and the other prizes were also probably taped on the walls! This is unfair!" He approached me with a scowl on his small, pale face. His nose was scrunched up, and his exquisite eyebrows met each other as he ranted about the claw machine. 

I watched in interest as he kept on complaining about how the world was so caught up in thinking about money to the point that no one would enjoy life anymore because of greedy people. It was amusing to hear him blabber nonstop. 

Despite being all shy the first time that we met, he was actually an open book. He liked to wear his heart on his sleeve and would always voice his concerns. There's something about his honesty that entertains me. 

"Let's just buy all the things that were inside the machine," I suggested. I caressed his back to console him. 

However, my action in doing so earned a sudden jolt from him. He bit his lower lip and looked at me with wide eyes. I stared back at him in confusion. 

"What's wrong?" 

"No, nothing. Just, uhm, don't touch my waist too much. I'm quite sensitive right there," he whispered, his cheeks heated and painted with a shade of red. 

Was he blushing? Just from my hand traveling from his upper back to his waist? That easy? 

A naughty thought came into my mind. 

I wanted to squeeze his waist and see his reaction. I badly wanted to. 

However, rationality won over my id. I removed my hand from his body as I bowed my head to apologize for surprising him. 

He took it off fine, even waving his hand nonchalantly as if he wasn't blushing just a moment ago because of what I did. 

He never knew that I actually discovered how small his waist was just by touching him a little bit. I could feel the edges of his soft waist beneath my palm back then. It was surprisingly thin. 

And somehow, I found that fact attractive. Attractive enough to have me wet dreaming about his waist the next morning.