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Honestly

Call it a work crush.

He called them "chest pubes,"

tufts of golden brown hair through

the undone buttons of his black button-up.

Loose tie, sleeves rolled up,

a blush from exertion across his face,

the slightest sheen on his brow,

and a grin on his face.

Idiot.

Don't look at me like that.