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We didn't even make it past the door.
I mean, we tried, we really did. Kept our hands off each other during the ride to Gilbert's apartment, didn't touch when we went through the downstairs foyer or up the elevator or down the hall. But then I had to wait and watch as Gil fumbled with his keys, that intense gaze of his narrowing in a
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You made my day! It was going so terribly, and this made me smile and, um, be really happy. So thank you :)
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BUT ZOMGGGGG SO HAWT
Did I mention the drunk?
Maybe we were more than a little drunk.
lol that sounds so familar..
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Would I give you puck-bunny-ness??
*G* But hehe, glad you liked it. And yeah, hockey boys and drinking, clearly they go together.
*eyes certain brothers, snickers*
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actual review to follow
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And oh, looky there, now I was on top.
Straddling those pale hips, my hands pressed against that firm chest, Gil with his lips wet and bruised, disheveled beneath me...
Bed?
Beds were overrated, anyway.
*snickers* I loved that whole part - actually the whole story made me laugh. Nice job!
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I loved his broken thought process. Cause when you're drunk...really you can't hold a thought for too long before being distracted by something else, but Gilbert Burle's an awfully nice distraction.
In conclusion, you're awesome.
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And, awww, I'm blitzed you think so! ^-^
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