Note to self: when having innocent make-out with cute fella on his ridiculously-obvious-newly-divorced-bachelor-pad-dude-couch, keep your eyes closed and quit staring down at your own hot cleavage. Because honestly even though for some reason you have never thought to even open your eyes to gander before, now you can’t stop looking, and clearly, self-congratulatory cleavage appreciation is so not necessary when you’ve got a cute fella attached to your lips. Especially since he is much more wee of a fella than you are used to snogging and would probably get lost if he ever found his way in there.

I am just saying, remember that, okay?

Okay.

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