Amber - Mood Readers Anonymous

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He was aware his gaze was following her swaying skirts like a hungry dog going after a bone, and he didn’t like it. It felt as though she had a part of him on a leash. I don’t know how to do this right. The tops of his ears felt warm when he recalled his heated words earlier. He couldn’t remember the last time he had admitted cluelessness to another person.
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