He needed to learn to throw influence at her when she was a foot away, then he could dictate what he wanted and when. Her kiss still burned his lips, just like the stomach acid burned his throat. He swallowed that down by pushing her door open and stepping inside. "Still no roommate?" Her hand was still linked in his, it was actually kind of gross, but he liked it. He eventually dropped it to hand over the bauble and put it around her neck. Nothing. He didn't feel a damn thing after taking it, and he didn't feel a thing at giving it back. It was just weird.
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Date: 2012-09-27 10:36 pm (UTC)