savingholmes
it was static. i touch, the first time. me and him, alone, in a room, static. it's kinda like when lips touch and you get that tang, bittersweet but with new possibilities, that's static. i felt it with him, and it was a wonderful thing that traveled up and down my spine like a whisper.
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