“Good luck with that. I’ve been struggling to focus even half of my attention on anything since two thousand and ten.” As if to prove his point, he glances back at his book, wrinkling his nose. “Did you know that the Danes have no word for please? Weird, right? Begs the question, how would I ask you to leave me the hell alone right now if we, by some inexplicable twist of fate, found ourselves to be Danish.” God, I am going to fucking kill him. “You are literally the most frustrating person I’ve ever come across, you know that? One second you have your tongue in my mouth, and the next—” “That
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