[ he knows where this is going. she's spelled it out for him plain and simple. in giant flashing letters. at least his face doesn't flush this time. he endures this brand of taunting with a straight face and a clenched jaw. since getting her hand away from his hip in fact made things worse, he's left digging back into the table, just wishing he could push past it. past her. do a barrel roll across the table and leave. he's also wishing he could ignore the the tingling sensation that comes with her touch. ]
I feel like we could do with a little less of your ideas.
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I feel like we could do with a little less of your ideas.