[He'd been wondering how long it would take her to come back. She'd lasted longer than he'd thought. He doesn't look up when she comes in, finishing counting up the rolls of napkins he'd been on before she walked in. When he was done, he looked over, still not quite used to having to look up at her. Him. Goddammit.]
I might let my eyes wander a bit, but I only think of you when I actually think anything. I miss your boobs.
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I might let my eyes wander a bit, but I only think of you when I actually think anything. I miss your boobs.