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06 May 2009 @ 05:08 pm
"you sell yourself as a man to save"  
In those heels, she stands over six feet tall, so she needs to bend down close to my ear to ensure no one around us can hear.

"Listen," she says, "I don't want you to think that just because we're going out that it's going to turn into a repeat of two summers ago." Her lips are so close to the back of my neck I can feel the heat of her words on my skin, almost feel her smiling.

I can smell the same perfume she wore then. That sweet wave of nostalgia rushes in through my nose and mouth, sweeping through my body.

"I don't have any expectations," I say. I turn back to my computer screen. "But let me ask you, did you shave your legs this morning?" I turn back toward her in my chair, put my hands on my lap, and lean back.

She looks down at her feet. A grin spreads across her face and blooms into a full smile. She levels her eyes on mine, and I know the answer.

"Smartass," she mouths and walks away.