[She always felt like a heel when he did that. Like he was having to bend down to her, to get down to her level to make her feel better. Not the kneeling, but the... acknowledgment. She hadn't meant to try to make him feel like shit, and yet... Classic Jones.
Her hand turned over in his, fingers curling around his as she set her glass down. Her other hand tucked her hair behind her ear before she met his eyes, and there was a little sadness there before she let amusement take over.]
You keep talking about your meat stick and the delivery guy's going to walk in on a situation.
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Her hand turned over in his, fingers curling around his as she set her glass down. Her other hand tucked her hair behind her ear before she met his eyes, and there was a little sadness there before she let amusement take over.]
You keep talking about your meat stick and the delivery guy's going to walk in on a situation.