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The party at Michael’s house is in full swing. You’re chatting with Tracey, your best friend of five years, when you catch Michael’s gaze from across the room. His eyes are locked on you, practically undressing you with his eyes.
You bite your lip, loving his attention on you. Michael’s smirk tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. His gaze lingers, and you notice the bulge in his jeans. You can’t help licking your lips.
“You alright, babe?” Tracey asks, noticing your distraction.
“Yeah,” you reply, trying to stay casual. “It’s just hot in here.”
Tracey nods, but you can’t help sneaking another look at Michael. His smirk widens, and he winks at you when no one is looking.