“Which means right now, my body is being held together by obscure facts about the French Revolution. I don’t care how hot you are, if you don’t get out of that room in the next ten seconds, I will grab you by that tank top you think makes you look effortlessly relaxed but really makes you look like you’re trying too hard and go full Robespierre on your ass.” The guy peels back from me with a tawdry grin. Then I hear what I said. Ohhhhhh for fuck’s sake. “Hot, eh?” His eyes trail over me so very, very slowly, but his conceited smirk is an equalizer to any reaction that tries to prickle along my
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I'm getting second hand embarrassment oml nooo that's not what he ment😭😭😭😭
