[He brought wine. He wore a bow tie to a bootycall. Every time she tries to talk herself out of this stupid crush, he gets more adorable without even trying. It isn't fair. How can someone be so ... this? God, she's doomed.
She closes the door behind him and leans against it as she takes a swig from the bottle. There's still wine on her lips when she kisses him.]
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Date: 2016-12-20 05:29 pm (UTC)She closes the door behind him and leans against it as she takes a swig from the bottle. There's still wine on her lips when she kisses him.]