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I’m two hours deep in YouTube montages of shirtless Chris Hemsworth in a last-ditch effort to boost my morale.
Men in uniform have never sparked the fanny flutters, until now. Even in a completely shapeless jacket, his sex appeal has skyrocketed to new heights. The whole thing plays out in my mind in slo-mo. Flexing tendons, strained forearms, all dipping and twisting like art in motion.
“If there’s anyone in this world I want to try for, it’s you,” he whispers.
We’re floating above earth, away from all reality, intrinsically connected.
When it’s all over, I’m not even sure I have control over my own body. The aftershocks rip through me, rendering my limbs Jell-O.