i. lust
She walks – saunters – down the hall, her beauty blinding him and causing him to send her a desperate glance.
Oh, Merlin, he is so horrible at this. At liking girls. He shakes his head and tries to ignore her.
Anthony catches him looking. "Oh, man, you like her!" he says, his voice triumphant. "I can't believe you fancy Marietta Edgecombe!" His laughter is loud, his voice is loud, and Michael is pissed.
"Shut the hell up, Tony! You have no idea who could have heard that!" He's blushing, he can feel it, and he knows Tony will have a field day with that.
"Eh," is his response, a wicked smile on his face. "Whatever."
It's just this lust, this uncontrollable lust that fills him to the brim and says, "You like her, you like her!" Until all he can think of is her face and all he cares about is that.
A/N: For the Seven Deadly Sins challenge. Michael/Marietta, and my first try, so…eh.