Wishes Come True
He trails off, wiggling his eyebrows again, and making me smile a bit.
“You’re still a pervert,” I accuse more or less jokingly, trying to change the subject, and he looks at me in mock disbelief, barely restraining himself from laughing.
“I am the pervert? You’re the ones that dream about fucking and shit like that, not me!” He exclaims loudly, looking at me as if he’s hurt and flabbergasted, and I quickly look around to see if someone heard his loud teasing, and to my relief, no one did.
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