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His arm was around my chair the entire time. If I leaned back I could feel his strong arm and it would make my heart beat faster. When I leaned to the right I could feel his chest. I felt protected and I felt like his.

Him and his best friend kept saying f you this and he smiled. When he smiled his eyes crinkled with joy. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to lean closer and kiss me.

I know she liked him and "they were flirting back and forth" but he was holding me. It didn't matter that he was leaving and I was staying but that we were with each other. I wanted this. Did he want it? I didn't know. But I enjoyed it. His friend started standing up for me and giving me attention but I just wanted him.

I knew he smoked. I knew that he cussed, but his body. I could be his. I would be fine with it. I wanted to lean on and hold him but I couldn't. Both physically and socially. They teased me about it later. Did I mind? No. I got "held" for two hours.

Another man wanting me sure made my almost ex want me more too. But were just friends. Attention is always good. When my head hurt in the car he explained it to a guy pining after me all nonchalant like. It was nice. He is a gentleman. But does he know how I feel, or that I enjoyed it that much? Probably not. Oh well.

When we fought, he didn't hit my head just everyone else but his best friend did. But then he was hitting her for hitting me. It's all about him. Boy was it fun tonight. #mynewGrifspiration