It's from a WIP that I'm playing with, about a couple who are perhaps, only perhaps getting back together again. Not for love, though they both admit they fancy the pants of each other, but because he says he needs her to help him...
Why?
Ah that would be telling.
~~Noah Jackson's grinning face
stared down at me, his baby blues taunting, teasing and making me squirm. Not
all bad mind you, but not what I needed right now. The open shirt, arrow of
chest hair that enticed your eyes lower, the dark jeans unsnapped and…
Do
not go there.
The poster was an advertisement
for testosterone.
Sod
it.
'Premier
tonight…'
Damn
it.
Enough already, build a bridge
get over it, move on, enough already.
He’s in a past lifetime. Got
to be for my sanity.~~
Happy reading,
love Raven xx
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