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     it’s better when they find their step next to the tempo of his bravado rather than combat it. it’s easier, outing these dimples, when she smiles. she gets it. heugh’s loose. “ only if y’ make me. “ 

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       she grins, rouge lips pursed, as tongue is pressed again her cheek. she makes a seat out of the armrest of his chair, a brow arching preemptively.   ❛    now why would i wanna do that?