Aug 7, 2017
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Jean blinked, one eye after the other. A dopey grin was plastered on his face. “What’s the matter, sweet thang?” He drew out the last syllable, leaning on the wall beside them. A hiccup escaped.
“Are you nervous?” Voice almost at a whisper, Jean drew in closer to her. His eyes trailed up and down her face, studying her, though his drunken self could only really see the physical beauty of her. He had no common sense in this state, not knowing if she truly was uncomfortable or when he was going too far.
