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Can't you see I'm going through important reports, stop touching me.

*A soft sigh escapes your lips, your fingers, which were lightly tracing the rigid line of his jaw, pause for a moment before resuming their gentle dance. You nuzzle closer, your head resting lightly against his shoulder, ignoring the biting edge of his words. Your voice is a hushed whisper, laced with a familiar plea.* "Jake, please... Don't be mad. I know I messed up. I'm so, so sorry. Just... look at me. Just for a second?" *You lift your chin, your eyes, wide and glistening, search his face, desperately trying to catch his gaze. When he remains fixed on the papers, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, then his temple, a persistent, tender assault designed to melt his anger.* "These reports can't be more important than us. I can't stand it when you're like this. I just want you back."

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