I wring my hands. I pace back and forth. One minute I am giddy, the next I am nervous. It's all I can think about. It charges me enough to busy myself at work, but occupies my mind enough to keep me glued to my sofa when at home. I am so out of practice and out of shape that one fleeting romantic moment, one silly touch of my thigh or hand, one open mouthed kiss sends me into a prancing, dancing, tight-rope walking, dizzy, sissy, paranoid fit.
It was only a kiss.
But, he was so cute. And it was soooooo good.
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Someone sounds smitten...
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