Minutes ago, I was minding my own business, in the back of your mind, finding things to keep myself busy, little daydreams to pass the time and unwind all the questions we have about each other.
I asked you about your favourite movies, as we moved through all the routines of romance, your hand finding a home on the hemline of my very short dress as you describe an incredible indie film you saw back in your student days, struggling to remember the name; as you strip me into something more comfortable.
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