(18). Pissing contest

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Reid is in grey suit pants and a white shirt whose sleeves have been rolled to his elbows. His tie is loose around his neck, and his hair is just as I imagined. All over the place. He looks around the restaurant and when our eyes meet, he blinks in surprise. He obviously didn't expect to find me here. I can't tear my eyes from him. I keep staring at him as he walks towards us in sure steps. God, he looks amazing! I hate that I still find him attractive. I'm supposed to be moving on for hell's sake! Reid squeezes Klein's shoulder before he shakes my husband's hand. When he gets to me, he hesitates before he offers me his hand, and when I take it, I stare up at him. I intentionally narrow my eyes when he starts to look away, to avoid my gaze, and he bites his lower lip as he lets

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