Thursday, July 19, 2012


      His hand reaches across the table oftentimes. Sometimes she ignores it. I can see her ignore it, but he keeps his hand there, hovering above the table. He will smile at her, his head tilted down and slanted to the side, eyes looking up at her. When the suspense becomes too heavy she reaches out and they twiddle their fingers at the tips briefly. He smiles, she smirks. She secretly loves the game.

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