Apparently, Noah is extremely indiscreet.
He keeps looking at me and blushing, then looking down and biting his lip, which draws my attention to his lips—which I kissed very recently—and makes me blush in turn. When I blush, he gets all triumphant and smiles like a jackass, which makes me look at his mouth even more. The whole situation makes me pretty pissed off—because he needs to stop looking at me like that—but I can't seem to stop looking at him and his lips.
In conclusion, we're a fucking mess.
a/n: such a shortie.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
