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Preference #163: He Makes You Nervous

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 0px 0px 6px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Josh: It's such a strange feeling, knowing this boy you've looked to for comfort is right here before you, smiling and asking your name. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and you stutter slightly, afraid to look silly, but he doesn't seem to mind. Taking your hand, he lifts it up to press his lips against your knuckles, making your heart beat harder in your chest. "That's a beautiful name," he answers, making you feel both more nervous and calm at the same time.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">JJ: Chests pressed close together, you can feel his body heat washing over you from his touch, his arm around your waist, his hand on your cheek. It's not exactly your first kiss, but it's your first with him and you want so badly to get it right. As he leans in you suck in a deep breath, trying to relax and act normal despite how much you're freaking out. He's just a boy, and you've liked him for ages, but suddenly everything between you is so real and you're more than ready for it.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">George: He always does dumb things like crossing the road without looking or walking on the sides of bridges even though he had poor balance, and it drives you mad. You don't want to be an annoying or whiny girlfriend, but one day he's going to give you an anxiety attack over something stupid. Once, he decides to climb over a fence instead of going around, and you watch him nearly slip once, throwing your arms around him the moment he lands and burying your face in his neck while lecturing him about being careful.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; list-style-type: none; padding: 6px 0px 0px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Jaymi: It's hard to remember how it happened, but your mind takes a break to think about things and realizes it's Jaymi there, his weight pressing you tot he mattress as his lips skitter over your shoulder. Last time you checked you were pretty sure the two of you were just watching telly, and suddenly it all becomes both too much and not enough. His lip ring grazing your throat brings you back to what's going on and you lean up to kiss him again, ignoring the way your hands shake and your heart is pounding in your chest.</li>

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