A/N: Written for the description Wednesday100 challenge on Live Journal
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He was searching his drawers when he found it. Way in back with all his other forgottens.
He studied the picture of the man he hadn't seen in years. The image in his mind had faded, but now it all came back.
The dark hair, windblown from a morning of chores.
The eyes, wide and innocent, yet able to see right through a person.
Those sensual lips. He'd often wondered what they'd taste like, pressed against his own. Pliant or firm? He'd never know.
He sighed, putting the picture back. There was no point in wondering what could have been.
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He was searching his drawers when he found it. Way in back with all his other forgottens.
He studied the picture of the man he hadn't seen in years. The image in his mind had faded, but now it all came back.
The dark hair, windblown from a morning of chores.
The eyes, wide and innocent, yet able to see right through a person.
Those sensual lips. He'd often wondered what they'd taste like, pressed against his own. Pliant or firm? He'd never know.
He sighed, putting the picture back. There was no point in wondering what could have been.