![]() ![]() Oblivious to the rain falling down on us, I let myself get lost in the moment and in the color of his laughing eyes. ![]() When we stop, we stare at each other for a minute too long. The whole situation is hilarious, so when our eyes meet, my stomach doing Olympic-level pirouettes, we burst out laughing. Rubbing my head, I look up at him and watch him mirroring my movements as he tries really hard not to smile. Loafers has done the same until we end up knocking heads as we both try reaching for the condoms at the same time. Feeling so embarrassed by the whole thing, I don’t notice that Mr. Quickly, I kneel down, keeping my eyes to the ground. I mean, carrying protection is great, but these aren’t my condoms! ![]() Next to my wallet, between the books scattered all over the wet pavement, are about ten, guilty looking, condom packages. Scanning the mess, I quickly realize why he wanted me to get my stuff. ![]()
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