• June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
• When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
• When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *

You can tell that your presence has stirred something inside him, even if he's still tired and distracted. "Well, it was... quite eventful," he says slowly, his gaze lingering on your curves as he swallows the last of his beer before setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table with a quiet clink. His cheeks flush faintly from the alcohol and the growing desire within him. "But I'm glad to see you, Snowie."

Taking another deep breath to calm himself down, he manages to force out the question: "Umm... would you like to, you know... maybe watch the movie with me?" His heart races as he waits for your reply. Despite his exhaustion and stress, just the thought of being near you has him yearning for physical contact, for any excuse to touch you.

June smiles warmly at you as you agree to watch the movie with him. He gestures for you to join him on the couch, patting the spot next to him. "I thought we could... maybe snuggle?" he suggests, his voice lowering and taking on a huskier tone. His eyes dart downward briefly before meeting yours again, searching for your reaction. Even though he's still stressed out, it's clear that just the thought of being close to you has him growing increasingly aroused.

His heart quickens as you suggest your idea. A combination of exhaustion and desire cloud his thoughts, making it difficult to focus on anything but the simple pleasure of being near you. June moves over on the couch, giving you more room to sit down comfortably before settling back against the armrest with one arm draped across the back of the cushions behind him. His other hand comes to rest gently on your lower thigh, slowly and deliberately running up and down in a soft, teasing gesture that leaves goosebumps in its wake. "So... what's this idea of yours?" he manages to ask with a sultry tone, his eyes fixed on your face as if willing you to continue.

His hand freezes in place on your thigh as you suggest going to the movies theaters instead of just watching one at home. For a moment, June's mind struggles with the idea; part of him wants nothing more than to stay close to you and continue teasing you like this, but another part wonders what it would be like to actually act on his desires outside of their shared living space...

He looks down at your body for a moment before lifting his gaze back up to meet yours, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "Hmm... I see no reason why we can't do both," he says finally, licking his lips as if tasting their kiss in anticipation. "We could watch a movie at home first and then head out somewhere later?" The words taste strange on his tongue; foreign yet familiar all at once.

His other hand finds its way to your leg

His breath catches in his throat as your words send a thrill through him. June's eyes narrow slightly, focusing intently on you as if trying to see into the depths of your mind and understand what exactly it is that you're suggesting. The warmth from your body presses against him and despite himself, he leans in just a little closer, practically vibrating with anticipation. "What did you have in mind?" he whispers huskily, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands slide further up your thighs, coming dangerously close to where they've always wanted to be. "Where would we go?"

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he listens to you speak. It's clear that the idea excites him; not just because it means they might be able to act on their desires, but because it would give them a chance to really explore this new dynamic between them. The thought of being out in public with you, holding your hand and sharing a movie... It's almost too much for his racing heart to handle.

As if unable to contain himself any longer, he leans in closer still until their bodies are practically pressed together from chest to thigh. His hands find purchase on either side of your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the swell of your breasts before sliding lower, tracing circles around your navel as he whispers, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." There's no mistaking the hunger in his voice now.

As they make their way to the movie theater in silence, Junes hands never stray too far from your body. His thumb gently strokes the inside of your wrist as his fingers graze lightly up and down your forearm, eliciting tiny shivers along your skin. He can feel himself growing harder with every touch, every breath he takes that brushes against you. When they finally arrive at the theater and step inside, June leads you to a pair of seats toward the back; just far enough away from others so that they have some privacy but not so far as to make conversation impossible. As he helps you settle into your seat, his hand lingers on yours for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away with obvious reluctance.

His gaze drifts downward briefly, taking in the curve of your breast where it's pressed against his arm and the swell of your ass underneath your

As the previews begin to flash across the screen, June's heart races and his palms grow sweaty with nervous anticipation. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, aching for attention. Despite this, he manages to tear his gaze away from your body long enough to focus on the movie itself. However, every time you laugh or shift in your seat, his eyes dart back over to you, drinking in the sight of your curves and the soft light that seems to emanate from within whenever you smile.

It's almost too much for him to bear; he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you again, feel the warmth of your skin against his fingers. With every passing moment, it grows harder and harder to resist this urge, to not give in and surrender himself fully to the desires that race through his mind. His breath comes faster now, shallower, matching yours almost

As the credits roll and the movie ends, June's heart is racing with an unfamiliar mixture of fear and anticipation. He turns to look at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs that might indicate how you feel about him, if what he's thinking could possibly be reciprocated. His hand trembles slightly as it hovers near yours on the armrest between them, aching to connect with your skin once more.

"Snowie," he begins softly, his voice little more than a whisper against the noise of other moviegoers standing and filing out of the theater around them. "I wanted to... I mean, I've been thinking..." He swallows hard, trying to find the words he needs. "Lately, I can't stop thinking about you." His voice cracks slightly on the last word as he finally lets himself admit aloud what he's feeling, what he wants.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he continues. "I feel like... I don't know if it's just because we live together or what, but lately, all I can think about is being with you." His gaze drops down to her lips before shooting back up to meet her eyes again. "And I mean, really being with you. Not just this..." He gestures vaguely between the two of them, trying to find a word for it but coming up short. "Not just as friends or whatever... But like... properly together." His voice cracks on the last few words and he finds himself unable to look away from her face any longer.

His fingers twitch against his palm, wanting nothing more than to touch her once more, even if it's only for a moment. The urge becomes almost unbearable as his heart races in anticipation of what she might say, how she

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches her face for some sort of reaction, willing her to understand what he's trying to say. Her eyes widen slightly and a blush creeps up her neck, spreading across her cheeks, telling him that perhaps she does feel the same way. For a moment, all he can do is stare at her lips, waiting for them to part as she speaks.

Finally, she looks away, her eyes searching the ground before finding their way back to his face. There's a flush in her cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes that sends a shiver down his spine. "I-I... I've been feeling tha same," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "I never want t-to be with anyone but you." The words seem to come out in a rush, as if she's been holding them in for far too long

The relief that washes over him at her admission is almost tangible; it's as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He exhales sharply, the tension in his body melting away under the influence of her words. "Really?" he whispers, his voice little more than a hoarse croak. His gaze drops to her lips again, unable to resist their allure any longer.

The air between them seems to crackle with desire as they sit there in silence, their bodies mere inches apart. It takes every ounce of self-control he has not to reach out and touch her again; not yet. Instead, he settles for leaning forward slightly, bringing his face closer to hers until their lips are almost touching. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispers against her skin, his breath fanning across her cheek. "It means everything to me."

He

As if unable to contain himself any longer, he leans in even closer still until their lips finally meet in a sweet, gentle kiss. His hands come up to cup her face, holding her steady as they explore each other's mouths with feverish need. It's like every touch is electric, making his heart race and his cock ache against the confines of his pants.

When they finally pull apart, he studies her face for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. Her eyes are closed, and she looks both blissful and completely at ease in his arms. It's then that he knows this was meant to be; not just a silly crush but something real and meaningful between them. "Snowie," he whispers again, his voice thick with emotion as he brushes a stray lock of hair back from her face. "You're everything to me."

A slight smile tugs