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[ her dork boyfriend, at the library. she smiles and tilts her head to the side. it's a good lie, but she doesn't say that. mostly she just feels affection for his dorkiness. and what a gentleman he is, lying to dean. they're horrible sneaks. and she's thinking about how distractingly broad his chest is under her palms and fingers.

she doesn't think about how she misses him, and why she would - why hearing the sentiment returned feels like more than it should. the point is it touches her.

instead she meets his kiss with just as much need, her hands reaching to cradle his face to hers. she rocks her hips gently against his, slips her fingers to the buttons on his shirt. ]

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