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For the rest of the evening, I can’t stop thinking about that guy on the steps. I can close my eyes and still see his smile, his curls, his eyes. I want to touch his golden skin, run my fingers through his short hair, stare into the depths of his gaze and kiss his full, pink lips until the ache in my groin goes away. Here we barely even met and I’m already wondering if I’ll see him again. I don’t even know his name.
He haunts my dreams and the next day when I arrive at the office, I can’t help looking around in the hopes of seeing him on the way to my desk. I don’t really expect to, but I can’t keep from getting my hopes up. I can’t wait until five. Maybe I’ll see him again when we go on break.
I glance at the clock. Another half hour…my stomach’s already nervous. This time I’ll
