His hands were what I loved the most, rugged and large. They were what drew me to him in the first place, sitting across from him at a bar, watching him watching the band. His fingers drummed against the sticky marble, and a tattoo was barely legible across each knuckle
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“Help me bring these things back up, will you?”
*grin* Well done.
Dan
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I love this.
Sometimes it just takes a little turning away to realize how much you wanna turn back. <3
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