[ and he thought his face was red before. his eyes shift, quickly surveying the students gathered into clusters all around them, but they're all still talking and laughing just the same as they were before qi fang dropped that smooth bomb in his lap. no, he's going to have to sweat this one out to the death alone.
he does hang on that phrasing, though. eventually dampen the mood. like maybe that blowjob isn't entirely off the table. ]
Guess you've got a point.
[ right, but now what excuse is he going to use to get more of it? honesty seems like a minefield right now. admitting you kind of miss the taste of somebody is pretty lame. but it's hard to miss the way his tongue flicks over his lips involuntarily when he thinks about it, even though that might just be because he's pondering his first bite of the riceball clutched awkwardly in his bandaged hand. ]
no subject
he does hang on that phrasing, though. eventually dampen the mood. like maybe that blowjob isn't entirely off the table. ]
Guess you've got a point.
[ right, but now what excuse is he going to use to get more of it? honesty seems like a minefield right now. admitting you kind of miss the taste of somebody is pretty lame. but it's hard to miss the way his tongue flicks over his lips involuntarily when he thinks about it, even though that might just be because he's pondering his first bite of the riceball clutched awkwardly in his bandaged hand. ]
Still got your heart set on McDonald's?