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Oh, boy

I don’t know about any shine in my eyes, but I see how his sparkle like the ocean at sunset

So There goes any hope that I could actually forget about that kiss froer than ten minutes

“Did you need a hand after all?” I ask, walking toward him

He’s wearing another skintight shirt today, solid black, with a red-and-black checkerboard flannel shirt thrown over it for war at Paul Bunyan ten times over in a lumbersexual style contest, plus every fireood measure

“Nah, I was just wondering if you’d locked yourself in one of the roo These old doors are brick shithouses Savesthe interior locks Just finished checking everything inside I still have a few locks to wrap up”

He steps into the roo the distance between us

There’s aaround us like we’re nestled under a rain of pixie dust frolea, silent, but so loud

Sing hard, I take another step closer

“I’, West I would’ve yelled for you if I was stuck”

“What if I didn’t hear? You don’t look like a screamer,” he whispers

Heart, meet drumstick

I step closer If I reach out a hand, I could touch him

My fingers curl into , how hard it was to peel reedy little hands off him

My lungs stall, breath co the sear of his lips on mine