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"It's an e-book reader", I answered in response to her soft-voiced query. She leaned forward for a closer look. Now, I'm a grown man, not some hormone-addled teenager - but I do love a woman in uniform. I kept my eyes on her face, her face...
"... hundreds of books use it anywhere and the screen no eye strain...". I was babbling, the neurons typically used for coherent speech co-opted by her scent, the strand of hair escaped from her perfect coif. I nearly dropped my reader as I restrained my hand from tucking it back behind her ear.
"...read it in bed I love reading in bed do you read in my bed? I mean I love your bed, not that your bed is any of my business no, sorry, I meant to say no backlight we'll have to leave a light on..."
Her slight smile and whispered "naughty boy" undid me completely. This was going to be a long flight.
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