OK first Torchwood fic I've written so please tell me if it's good or bad.
Inspired by that part in Countycide where Gwen asks who they last snogged.
It's not like I haven't had offers, well not offers so much as ogling in the pub. But I could have had someone if I'd wanted. I could.
But it isn't like he'll ever see that. No all he sees is boring, old stick-up-the-arse Tosh. He doesn't catch my (rather obvious) hints. Or notice the way I look at him.
Just the fact that I haven't kissed since Christmas should give him a clue but he's still so oblivious.
I don't want to kiss anyone else. Because sometimes when it's freezing and I'm all alone I can still taste him.