Chris remained silent for a moment.
"Right... Well my opinion still hasn't changed about you." he spoke, with no expression. "Really? Chris... why? Anyone would think I'm a freak..." Chris looked at you firmly, his expressions tense. "I told you, you're still the same person i knew before, so my opinion hasn't changed."
Chris pulled out his foot, it was long and had black socks firmly wrapped around them, which was just teasing you and then hides it, your cheeks becoming a flustered red. "Funny..." you laugh, followed by Chris's smirk.
"Wait here," Chris entered the shop, and you wait outside, thoughts of Chris running through your mind. You think hes strange, that hes too kind... anyone would think you are a freak, but he doesn't. And then the thought came to your head, what if hes... your thoughts were interupted by Chris's nudge. "Lets go." You both slowly walk back to the house, wondering where Chris would go from here.
"So, I kinda turn you on then... eh?" Chris asked with a cocked eyebrow.
You thought for a moment... Thinking of how you would respond with the answer. "Ermm... No... Kinda.. Yeah..." you mumbled. Chris slowly nodded, with a smirk. You wonder why he's acting strange, if you told him too much. Chris opens the front door and holds it open for you, and you walk through "Erm.. Thanks." you mumble in a shy way. He shuts the door, "Sit down, I'll be back in a minute..." Chris enters the next room, and you follow his command. You relax, and slowly wait for Chris to enter the room. You see something poking under the coffee table...
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