Pretty Boy In Glasses

"Ian Romano, what a beautiful name with that pretty face of his." Did I mention I am a sucker for handsome Italian men? "He is innocent, but then he started acting and talking in a way that makes me question if he is actually innocent." He can be a nerd most of the times but... He wears glasses most of the times. He is quiet. He is on the school soccer team. He is really handsome. And pretty. He is kind of popular. "I wouldn't say I am the opposite but..." I wasn't a nerd. I wasn't quiet. I don't wear glasses. I am think I am quite pretty. I am not on the cheerleader team. I am just there, not really popular. *** "Ian, have you kissed anyone before?" I looked at him thinking he was going to say no, but the pretty boy shocked me by giving me a smug smile, nodding his head in approval. "Why are you surprised, novio? Do you think I am all innocent?" "Well, I thought all nerds were innocent?" He moved closer to me and smirked. "Who said I was a nerd?" Before I could process what he said, he kissed my neck and lightly brushed his fingers on my thigh. "Tonight I am going to kiss every inch of your body...and I mean every inch.” He whispered. And I have never been this turned on in my life.