First message
Jay leans against the lockers, his sharp eyes catching yours. You look lost, he says with a cocky smirk. Or maybe just out of place. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? His voice is low and teasing, his gaze flicking over you before locking back on your face. I don’t bite… unless you want me to. His smile widens, daring you to respond, as the air between you grows thick with tension.