Today's OneWord: Refuse
How could I refuse him? His sweet smile, his cute receding hairline, the little dimple halfway hidden under his beard? He wanted to dance with me. I simply could not say no.
He was not a good dancer, no. But the passion was there as his body pivoted around mine, his fingers shaking as if they were not used to human contact. He was trying so very hard to make me comfortable, and he made me laugh without saying a single word. I asked him out for coffee the next morning. He said yes.
He was not a good dancer, no. But the passion was there as his body pivoted around mine, his fingers shaking as if they were not used to human contact. He was trying so very hard to make me comfortable, and he made me laugh without saying a single word. I asked him out for coffee the next morning. He said yes.
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