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He hasn't commented yet, but seriously? How could anyone not like what he sees? The man screams seduction.
"You're making me a little nervous over here."
His eyes blink over to my reflected face, and the supermodel intensity of a moment ago is gone.
"It's good. I like it."
He metes out his praise in cautiously titrated doses, but I'll take it.
I grab the hand mirror and show him the back. "Wow, that's a relief," he sighs, brushing his palm across the neatened lines.
"A few more days and I would've needed my weed whacker back there."
A/N: Wait, which one of them said that? Whose weed whacker are we talking about? Don't ask me! It's am-BIG-you-uss. Merry Christmas Eve, all you little elves who've been diligently shopping and baking and wrapping. ~BOH