Re the indecisiveness of the last post: I did go for the exam, but I passed up the night out. A girl's heart can only take so much. (And for those of you wondering, I went for the painful option C: neither bise nor handshake.)
As I've warned, he's no Handsome Parisian. I've been completely seduced the good ole fashion "beauty-is-only-skin-deep" kinda way; nothing to sneeze at when reviewing my romance track record, I might add.
During the last piece, which I wish I'd recorded because it was also his best, Harry broke a sweat and I found myself a bit distracted from the music and transfixed by a rivulet working it's way down his forehead and the subsequent fantasies of licking it off. Oh yeah, I'm waaaay beyond help.
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