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Stealing you at 5:01. Don't forget stockings and heels!
Already packed, lover boy. ;)
Cancel Mom?
Not sick yet.
I can't concentrate after our text exchange, so I decide to pester Jas instead. I settle into the chair across his desk and grab the stress ball. He pretends not to notice me. I toss the ball back and forth between my hands. He tips his head down further. And that's when I notice the back of his head.
"Dude, are you sporting a duck's ass?"
He shrugs.
I toss the ball onto his papers and he finally looks up, embarrassed.
-o-
"Alice got a little wild with the gel this morning."
"I'll say. You look like a blonde Elvis."
"You're one to talk! Looked in a mirror lately?"
"I know, right?" Normally this would piss me off big time, but fuck it, I feel fantastic.
Jas drops his pencil. "Are we a couple of pussy-whipped, slicked up idiots or what?"
"Yeah, probably," I answer, not able to corral my huge grin. "So what?"
Jas stares at me for a while as if looking at a total stranger, and maybe I am.
Then he joins me in grinning and answers, "Good point."
A/N: These two slicked-up idiots are just grinning, and so am I! I hate angst. XXX ~BOH
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