Oh she’s good. She was really good, and he was a fucking eejit for having enjoyed the sight of her bare shoulders every time the neckline of the sweater had slipped. Worse than a fucking eejit. He was an insanely jealous fucking eejit, because he wanted her to put that effort in for him. He didn’t care if she wore makeup or not. He didn’t even care that he was about ninety percent sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. How could she, with such a sweater? It was the thought that she wanted to look her best for some other guy that made him want to gnash his teeth. Not just any guy, but the douche in
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