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"It's hmm"

"It's so"

The kettle stea, steady hands of his It's not just that I think about what his hands would feel like on my body

I do

But I also watch him work

It's a thing of beauty, watching Brendon draw on paper or on so of beauty But when he's working on a tattoo, he gets this look in his eyes

Like there's nothing else in the world

Like he's exactly where he belongs

I want that To knohat I'm supposed to do, where I'm supposed to be

There are only two ti

But neither of those are a career

I can't write Hunger Games fan fiction full time

I'm too embarrassed to show anyone but Grandma said fan fiction

"I' too much" He crosses the room, sets my cup on the table in front of lad you feel like shit"

"You're cruel"