Wylie swallowed hard, trying to drown what was happening in his head. This man was willing to share part of himself with him, something like his daughter, and Wylie couldn't even explain what had happened to him that makes him such a bad candidate for anything remotely intimate. The kiss was nice, but not nearly as distracting as he may have needed. He didn't say anything. He didn't have anything he could think to say that would at all help with the situation.
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Date: 2011-04-12 03:35 am (UTC)