Jesus Christ. I bite back a grin, trying hard not to laugh, watching and so far, feeling fine in this role as an outsider. It's like watching some kind of unknown species under a microscope.
My eyes track the path of Steve's fingers, watching them hook under Danny's waistband, and that, right there, is enough to convince me this isn't a bad idea.
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Jesus Christ. I bite back a grin, trying hard not to laugh, watching and so far, feeling fine in this role as an outsider. It's like watching some kind of unknown species under a microscope.
My eyes track the path of Steve's fingers, watching them hook under Danny's waistband, and that, right there, is enough to convince me this isn't a bad idea.