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| Chris Two best friends were sitting on the couch watching television. But they weren�t really watching. Who ever really watched infomercials at 3 in the morning? That�s what I thought, nobody. These two were just using the television as an excuse to be near each other on his last day in town. Her: I think you should buy that for me. Him: What? Her: That. On TV. I want it. Him: What the hell are you going to use the Ab Burner for? Her: What do you think? To get better abs. Him: You don�t need better abs. You�ve got great ones already. She turned to look at him skeptically. Her: When have you ever seen my abs? He grinned evilly. Him: I have my ways. She sneered. Her: Stalker. Him: You love it. They both turned back to the television. Or they both thought the other was turning back to watch television. Out of the corner of his eye, he was trying to get a look at her abs through the thin white t-shirt she was wearing. He remembered seeing them once when they went swimming together. But that was years ago. They were both almost a decade older now. Who knew what her abs looked like today? He made a note to find out. She, on the other hand, was getting a good look at another part of his anatomy. No, not that part, you weasel. Her: You have very nice hands. Him: Wha? Her: I said you�ve got nice hands. Him: No, I don�t. Her: No, you really do. He lifted a hand as if to get a closer look at it. After almost a minute of inspection he spoke. Him: Nope. I don�t. She sighed exasperatedly. Her: Give me that. She snatched his hand up and took her turn getting a closer look at it. She slowly let her eyes travel across his skin, over his fingernails, and to his wrist. She noticed little hairs on his knuckles and was tempted to run her fingers over them. She cleared her throat before speaking again. Him: What�s the verdict? She threw his hand back at him. Her: Yeah, you�re right. Your hands suck. He gasped. Him: What!? Her: What, that�s what you wanted to hear, wasn�t it? Him: No! Her: But you just told me you didn�t have nice hands. I�m just agreeing with you. Your hands suck. Him: You�re just trying to confuse me, and my hands do not suck! Your abs suck! She gasped. Her: What!? He chuckled. Him: Uh huh. Now that the tables are turned you don�t feel so good, eh? Her: Ok, butthead, I never once said that my abs weren�t great, so that�s where our cases differ. Now take back what you said about my abs or else! He sat up straighter on the sofa. Him: Or else what? She followed suit and got into his face. In less than a second, they were nose to nose. Her: Or I�ll have to�or I�ll have to�I�ll have to� She�d been looking determined, but now her eyes were switching sleepily back and forth between his eyes and his lips. She decided right then that he had great lips. She didn�t know that at the exact same moment, he was thinking the same thing about her. Him: You�ll have to what? Her: I�ll have to� Him: Kiss me. Her: Ok. The television was long forgotten as they lost themselves in each other�s kiss. Hands roamed freely around pajama-clad bodies and fingers lodged themselves in tangled hair. Thin white t-shirts were lifted and abs were caressed, knuckle hair was touched and both best friends forgot for just a moment what this could do to their friendship. |
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