His laughter makes her stop in her tracks, her beer can raised for another drink, and look at him with a frozen half-smile on her face.
And keep looking at him, her smile broadening against her will until she forces her lips to attach to the mouth of the can.
(And even then the edges of the smile are still probably visible.)
Don't laugh like that, she almost wants to tell him. Don't laugh and don't kiss me and don't touch my hair.
Back when she was Sunday school-age, she never thought being led into temptation would have anything to do with a scruffy con man with a make-you-melt grin and a bad attitude.
She should know better than this. She does know better.
And still she can't quite look away.
"Think Chewbacca would raise a few eyebrows." Another swallow of beer quickly follows the first. "What's got you needing to search for antique electronics anyway?"
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And keep looking at him, her smile broadening against her will until she forces her lips to attach to the mouth of the can.
(And even then the edges of the smile are still probably visible.)
Don't laugh like that, she almost wants to tell him. Don't laugh and don't kiss me and don't touch my hair.
Back when she was Sunday school-age, she never thought being led into temptation would have anything to do with a scruffy con man with a make-you-melt grin and a bad attitude.
She should know better than this. She does know better.
And still she can't quite look away.
"Think Chewbacca would raise a few eyebrows." Another swallow of beer quickly follows the first. "What's got you needing to search for antique electronics anyway?"