[A hot flush runs through his body, and he drapes an arm casually over his face in case it reaches his cheeks. Well. That backfired. It had seemed like progress, but that was a stupid thought.
One night. One night has dismantled everything. He should be angry, or snarky, but now he's just off-balance.]
Also because it'd never happen. I'll stick to my hand.
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One night. One night has dismantled everything. He should be angry, or snarky, but now he's just off-balance.]
Also because it'd never happen. I'll stick to my hand.
[Well, it's a bit of a zing.]