"Eight. I have..." A date. With an incredibly sweet girlfriend who really cares about me and sells flowers for a living. "...Plans."
He swallows, opens his mouth to say something else but instead his hand only trails up her back and settles at the base of her neck. What would he say, anyways? They needed to stop? That much was obvious, but it almost felt like it wasn't an option anymore. They were too deep in whatever it was they were doing...whatever this relationship was.
What do you even call something like this?
"You doing anything tomorrow?" He forces a smile. Tries to be flirty.
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Date: 2014-07-16 02:19 am (UTC)He swallows, opens his mouth to say something else but instead his hand only trails up her back and settles at the base of her neck. What would he say, anyways? They needed to stop? That much was obvious, but it almost felt like it wasn't an option anymore. They were too deep in whatever it was they were doing...whatever this relationship was.
What do you even call something like this?
"You doing anything tomorrow?" He forces a smile. Tries to be flirty.