I want him to turn the music down. I couldn't think with his hand on my thigh and his fingers drawing random figures into my skin. He was hot, his touch burnt me and excited me. Maybe it was just because I was nervous.
My chest constricted tighter with every inhale I breathed and every sly centimeter he made up my thigh. I was melting, I was sure of it. And the conversation had lulled; I knew it was my turn to say something but my throat was too dry. Why was I so nervous?!
It had to be because, for the first time in years, I was finally allowed to let myself be touched by him, smiled at by him, wanted by him, loved by him...
"You're quiet."
"I can't think with the music so loud, Halpert," I chuckle out the window, my focus on how his hand leaves my thigh to turn the music down. Scranton flies by in beautiful whirling colors.
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"The thing about new beginnings is that they require something else to end," said Blair Waldorf.
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The Scranton Branch
Fanfiction"I used to impress Michael with paper puns. Now...now it's just depressing knowing how much I know about paper." --- Jim Halpert is in love with the receptionist...and his roommate. But why would you risk losing a best friend when you could lose it...
