“I’m serious, you smell amazing. Although don’t take my word for it, as I may be a little very drunk.”
“A little very.” The stranger just keeps smiling and reaches forward to pluck a bit of lint out of John’s hair. John sighs, not at the touch—well, all right, at the touch. He doesn’t know what the man’s still doing here.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, swallowing again. “It’s just that you’re really lovely and I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you. You look like… a model, or something.”
“No need to feel self-conscious,” rumbles the stranger. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
my body is so contorted right now i think i look like a pretzel
thanks texts (x)