It only lasts a split second, if that, because soon people are wolf whistling and yelling at us to "get a room". Chris breaks away, much to my displeasure, laughing sarcastically at the audience we now have, giving them his middle finger.
"You have a way with people," I say, "that is very different to everyone else."
"It's my breathtaking good looks," he says smirking, and I roll my eyes even though he's right.
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Unspoken Desires
Storie d'amoreThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
