The one hundred and seventieth thing I love about us is footsying under the table when everyone is playing a game. I'm pretty sure they all notice, but it's fun pretending they don't!
Wait. Are you sure you've been finding MY feet?(Kidding, of course.)
OMG. You nearly gave me a heart attack! I mean, not that I would mind playing footsies with any of our yams, but I'd want to do it on purpose!
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Wait. Are you sure you've been finding MY feet?
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OMG. You nearly gave me a heart attack! I mean, not that I would mind playing footsies with any of our yams, but I'd want to do it on purpose!
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