"YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN"
I pushed my glass towards Mark.
"I could use another round," he repeated.
We both burst out laughing like maniacs. As he filled my glass up, I couldn't help but notice his features. I could easily get lost in his dark brown eyes. His cute smile fever failed to brighten up my day. Though I criticized his choice in hair styles every time he got it cut, he was still irresistible.
"Here," he handed me my drink and flashed that sexy smile of his. My insides melted like butter, but upon realizing that, I brought back my semi-serious attitude.
After all, Mark was just my partner in the FBI, and rule number one in the FBI was "Don't get attached." The second rule was probably "Don't get drunk," but I figured I already broke both rules tonight...
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Short and Simple
RandomBasically what happens when the pen touches the paper and I'm forced to write for my grade. A collection of short stories and poems, and a bunch of stuff i have to write for school.
