[It's out of Julian's control that the moment she walks into his view, his eyes follow her to her seat. The amusement and slight laughter at his jab from around the table is just registering at a lower volume in his mind. He tries to keep his expression straight, but it's hard with the strange feeling of anxiousness in his gut, the longing. Fuck him, he feels longing like his life is just some shitty romance novel.]
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I am nice, sugar. I didn't say it was his jerk-off porn.