STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.
A blank canvas…has unlimited possibilities.
We’re enveloped in pitch black. “Wait here,” I whisper.”Are you getting your ax?””Handcuffs.””Kinky. But, okay, I’ll try it.
I laugh, and it sounds like I’ve been sucking helium.
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.
Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.
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