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My head follows his gaze, and I find myself inexorably locked into his eyes in the mirror. His lips tip upwards acknowledging his pleasure at my interest. Or would that be his interest in my pleasure? I am completely befuddled now.
Suddenly his eyes narrow and he pulls away from my hand, and I realize I've held the air in one spot for far too long.
"Oh my God. Shit! I'm so sorry!"
I toss down the dryer onto the thin ledge and soothe my hand across the overheated spot. His own hand joins mine, rubbing vigorously above his ear.
A/N: WOOPSIE! Let's leave it right there for today! xx ~BOH