Mr Gunn

of butterflies in your stomach, the beating of the your heart is like thunder, your cheeks flush as you blush and can’t help but smile. You shouldn’t

ors wanted him to drop out. Dylan is studying motor mechanics, he was only a few years older than you but you knew just by watching him that he had gone through so much in

breath on your skin. You get a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomac

e stood still and silent

other, his a piercing blue and

ays again in a husky whisper o

ill haven’t replied,

’ You reply in a

t’s my car you are sto

touching each other, laughing together, being together and loving each other; he

as in another world’ y

sounds, ‘hah don’t worry, I have that affect on women’

purrs. As you take a step to the

that, no, it was not a dream. Dylan Gunn

bout why? How? What made you

dinner still pondering the thought and

me?’ She moans at you. Startling you back to reality

‘fine I suppose.’ Whilst looking around the kitchen ‘you’re di

long day and I need to finish my essay’ you lie. Knowing that your mum would

it down. ‘Bon appetite’ you

mouthful, you hear

mpany?’ Quest

head and walk t

the last person you