February 14, 2012

My dearest,

We are in the elevator heading down to the carpark. You are winking at me mischievously. It’s adorable and just a tad titillating. I tell you to stop but you keep doing it, you imp.

The elevator door opens and we step out. You wink again. “Stop doing that,” I say in half in jest and half in frustration, “it’s making me horny.”

Cue four other residents in the carpark, also getting ready to drive to work, snapping their heads up and staring at us. See me walking very quickly to my car, get in, lock it and drive away. Listen to you laughing your head off the entire time.

Idiot.

 
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Yours, ever and always.