23 ;; handsy

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by astrimars

by astrimars

The two were getting a little bit handsy.

A little bit too handsy. I'm sure he wouldn't want to walk in on this situation. The lights were dim. Slightly too dim.

The air felt warm. Perhaps too warm.

The two of them were far too close, their bodies too close. Their lips were pressed against each other's, his hands running through her hair, tugging at it softly.

He walked in on them, freezing at the sight.

His jaw dropped a little, staring at them with wide eyes. He nearly dropped the bag of stuff he was holding, too astounded to say anything.

The two of them didn't notice him, too busy with each other.