I’ve been fixing the generator. It’s hot and the machinery grime is caked to my sweaty bare chest. You move towards me, closer. I’ve never been so aware of your presence, of the body heat radiating through your t-shirt. I can’t help but brush against your skin, and that first electric contact makes tiny golden hairs rise along your arms. I
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