Brian tugged the papers out of her hand. He sought eye contact with the slayer and tossed them into the air again. Under the breeze of his ceiling fan, the pages scattered far and wide. One fluttered gently onto the record player, which continued to spin as though nothing had changed. “It’s okay, I don’t care,” he said. He stood behind Valerie and wrapped his arms around her, chin resting on the curved mound of her shoulder. He slowly rocked from left foot to right.
“How many things have you seen me knock over?” He kissed her through the cotton shirt.
This was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. No doubt he would do many dumb things in her presence in the future, and he’d remind himself each time that he was lucky that Valerie was around him to see them.
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on 2013-09-25 05:47 am (UTC)Brian tugged the papers out of her hand. He sought eye contact with the slayer and tossed them into the air again. Under the breeze of his ceiling fan, the pages scattered far and wide. One fluttered gently onto the record player, which continued to spin as though nothing had changed. “It’s okay, I don’t care,” he said. He stood behind Valerie and wrapped his arms around her, chin resting on the curved mound of her shoulder. He slowly rocked from left foot to right.
“How many things have you seen me knock over?” He kissed her through the cotton shirt.
This was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. No doubt he would do many dumb things in her presence in the future, and he’d remind himself each time that he was lucky that Valerie was around him to see them.