She watched as he folded the washcloth he had been blotting her with and handed it to her. Oh, those hands. Up close and personal, she realized everything she had ever written about them paled in comparison with the real thing.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... *deep breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh lord DJ, you kill me.
She continued her examination up, to take a closer look at his face. A small freckle just above his upper lip caught her attention. Oh god – the freckle. She had spent more time than she would admit to, looking at that freckle.
Ohhh....
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(I really do get to use this smiley way to much on this board) And stop it DJ. I don't like laughing so hard I cry... seriously... no I mean it.
