![]() ![]() "You really are lovely." I'm about to take pity on him and follow it up with an offhand tension killer, when he huffs out a breath, stands up straighter and, unless I'm mistaken, mentally gives himself a slap. Me, sitting here looking at him, is making him sweat more. ![]() His boots squeak on the floor and I put my eyes all over him, because it's causing a reaction. Cute and self-conscious is an even better look. He ducks his head and grasps at his t-shirt. I think that word privilege when I think of Tom, and how lucky I am to have known him for so long-even with Jamie guarding him so jealously. He looks like he's been locked out of his house, chipping away at a log with an axe for the longest time, waiting for us to find him again. His hair is curling away from his temples and I've seen a mini version of him like this before. His clothes are steamed and molded onto his body. I don't mean just handsome-except I do-but there's a glow under his skin. "Clues." I say the first thing I think of it's a stupid reply, but it doesn't get me off the hook. "I never did." It's a miracle I manage to sound so truthful and dignified. Coming from the kid who went through my room every time she came over." ![]() I should get a punch card the hundredth rejected attempt at best-friendom is free. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play ![]()
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