Ben laughs. "It's always been a dream of mine to get called a slut on local access TV."
BEN, YOU IGNORANT SLUT.
"When," he says, his voice muffled as the shirt covers his face, "did you realize you wanted to ravish your boss?"
Leslie gets the shirt all the way off right then, revealing Ben with his hair sticking up and his eyes bright, looking younger than he does when he's more put-together. She twists her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest and sighs. "The first time I saw him chopping wood. Flannel hugging his biceps in the crisp autumn air. God, it was glorious."
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BEN, YOU IGNORANT SLUT.
"When," he says, his voice muffled as the shirt covers his face, "did you realize you wanted to ravish your boss?"
Leslie gets the shirt all the way off right then, revealing Ben with his hair sticking up and his eyes bright, looking younger than he does when he's more put-together. She twists her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest and sighs. "The first time I saw him chopping wood. Flannel hugging his biceps in the crisp autumn air. God, it was glorious."
ICWYDT.