02.09.05

I call dibs on the Diagonal

I realised soon after that I had giggled the way that a schoolgirl does when she is being coquettish, but I was only nervous and uncertain what to do in the face of such testosterone being flung my way. I can�t remember now his face, but I remember a sharp jaw dotted with stubble and drowning in his attention and the perfume of his accent.
His hair might as well have been engulfing me. It would have produced the same bewilderment.
I realised too that he knew what he was doing; that I was unused to such treatment, that just a thimbleful of this from him would make me falter.

shi-ou-sama at 8:28 p.m.

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