I thought you were fucking him before you broke up with me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He's running himself ragged. He put his other hand up, so that he framed my face between his warm, warm hands.
His arms pressed me into the curve and swell of his body, but not so tight as to make me uncomfortable in public. Distracting, and meant to be. He blew me a kiss. But I was losing my patience.
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