[He could stare just for a moment longer; Petre might just forget what self-control is and smack a hand around John's nape, force him closer and prove him right about those lips.
Don't they say that prolonged eye-contact means someone either wants to fight or fuck you? Why not both.
An exhale. There's a smile edging at the corner of his lips.]
Something to remember you by. I knew you really cared.
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Don't they say that prolonged eye-contact means someone either wants to fight or fuck you? Why not both.
An exhale. There's a smile edging at the corner of his lips.]
Something to remember you by. I knew you really cared.