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“Are you kidding? They’re what I live in on the weekends”

“Good How about we trash these then?” He picked up her shoes and walked thee can

“Hey! I still need those for work”

“You seriously want to wear these again?”

“Want to, no Need to, yes I only have two pairs of suitable shoes for work”

He gave her a knowing look Shit She needed to watch what she said around him He was perceptive and smart

Sighing, he walked away froe hands There was soh hands holding her tiny, delicate shoes

Yep Sexy as hell

You’re a weirdo, Thea

He held out his hands to her and she reached up with her injured hand without thinking

“What did you do to your hand?” he asked, noticing the bandage on her palm

“Oh, nothing,” she squeaked

Shit Shit Shit

He seehtful But definitely the type ouldn’t like hearing that she’d injured herself the other day and hadn’t told him

“That’s a guilty fucking face if ever I saw one,” he said to her roughly “Thea, what happened to your hand?”