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That's how I'd met Chris. I'd been running from the consistent annoyance of my roommate being gaga in love at our shared apartment.
Closed my eyes.
My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't stop licking then pressing my lips together.
"Don't you dare.
Binding them with my hands palm-to-palm and leaving a loop sticking out above my fingertips.
Or maybe just wait it out another few weeks when they would kick in their New Year's resolutions to lose weight. That was obviously our busiest time of the year.
Circling his fingertips by my knee. My ankle.