[Jacob probably wishes it were just drunk kissing. He purses his lips as his minds decides to linger on it, but Ned's hand in his anchored him to the present. He had nice kisses. Ned didn't ruin the desire for him.]
I don't know what you think of me. What else am I supposed to say? [He leans his head back to look up at the ceiling, crossing his legs at the ankles in some attempt to actually relax.]
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I don't know what you think of me. What else am I supposed to say? [He leans his head back to look up at the ceiling, crossing his legs at the ankles in some attempt to actually relax.]