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Date Posted: Tue, Sep 04 2007, 7:24pm PDT
Author: Aiden
Subject: I wanna make it, I wanna make it with you
In reply to: Aiden 's message, "
You wanna know if I know why
I can't say that I do
Don't understand the evil eye
Or how one becomes two
" on Sun, Sep 02 2007, 8:08pm PDT

It was more challenging than he had expected it to be to sit there next to her on the couch, so casually, while she was talking about being cold not being able to sleep and wearing his sweater, while all sorts of inappropriate thoughts just popped into his mind unsolicited. There were far etter ways of warming up than putting on more clothes, and far better ways of finding sleep than taking pills... He cleared his throat softly in an attempt to banish those thoughts, and then smiled a touch as he watched her, warmth and affection tightening his chest - the more he saw of her, the more he was convinced that he didn't just miss the idea of her, he missed everything about having her in his life. "No problem..." An arm stretched along the back of the couch so that his hand could brush absently and slowly through her hair, his gaze a bit darker and more serious for a moment as he watched the soft strands of her hair fall through his fingers. "You cut your hair off..." He had loved nothing more than to grab a fistful of it when it had been long and just a bit wild, but he thought she looked more mature and sexier like this - seemed like an appropriate look to be starting off her teaching career with. The tips of his fingers touched her cheek lightly and he smiled almost sheepishly - he was terrible for keeping his hands to himself when the opportunity presented itself, like now. "It looks good..."

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When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you -- Keila, Tue, Sep 04 2007, 7:50pm PDT