[ They definitely are something, all right. What that something is, TJ's not entirely sure of. Eventually they're probably going to have to have a talk about it—which is definitely something he's not all that thrilled about. He doesn't want anything to get ruined. Whatever sort of thing they have right now (it's a relationship, TJ's just too afraid to use the word) is fine. They don't need to slap a label on it and make things serious.
That's the danger zone.
At this point, TJ's gotten pretty damn good at ignoring all the internal cues that his heart might want a little bit more than his head allows, so it's not really on his mind. And, also, it's a pretty damn good thing that he can't see the look of affection he gives his stupid phone when that second text comes through.
(God help him. He's got it bad.) ]
Wish you could, too. Christ you have the perfect mouth for kissing.
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That's the danger zone.
At this point, TJ's gotten pretty damn good at ignoring all the internal cues that his heart might want a little bit more than his head allows, so it's not really on his mind. And, also, it's a pretty damn good thing that he can't see the look of affection he gives his stupid phone when that second text comes through.
(God help him. He's got it bad.) ]
Wish you could, too. Christ you have the perfect mouth for kissing.