nathan

[polyapathy]

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[polyapathy]

[She lets out a soft laugh, her hand trailing down over his chest, his stomach, before pausing at his waistband.]

I am, aren't I?

[Her hand drifts off of him again so she can tug off her shirt. She doesn't bother making a show of it—she has his full attention, she's sure.]

I bet you haven't been able to stop thinking about me since last week.