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"I'm glad," she said, looking up at him. "I don't show them to people often." * * * He nodded, grabbing his toothbrush as well. * * * He sat...
She shifted uncomfortably, but she looked up at him lovingly. "Do you?" * * * It was very organized and clean, with things put away in...
She flushed under his gaze, leaning back against the pillows embarrassedly. She had identified bird feathers along her hip, their names in a...
She considered him for a moment before pulling off her shirt again. A fox curled around her navel, nestled in a crescent moon, his tail moving up...
She laughed slightly, but she sounded a little sadder. “Of you seeing me in a bra and pants? Di, people I dislike a lot more have seen me in a...
She seemed amused, taking his hands away. “Why not?” *** He kissed the back of her hand. “We should brush our teeth.” *** “I’m very sneaky....
“Sounds like you don’t think I’m attractive.” *** “Mm. I love you.” *** Ellis was on the bed with Moose in his arms.
“Maybe. Am I that repulsive?” *** “It was nice, right?” *** There came a noise from behind her.
She laughed triumphantly, slipping her shirt back on. “Ha! I win!” *** “Oh, I see. The intimacy.” *** He wasn’t there.
She raised an eyebrow, a flush already on her face. “I can’t let you win,” she said, pulling off her shirt. She had tattoos along her stomach...
She looked over at him, her hands on the hem of her shirt. “Yes?” *** She began driving, frowning still. *** “I already had some, babe.” ***...
She squinted at him, this proposition seeming to make her furious before she began to remove her outer wrappings. *** “I don’t care,” she said...
"It's rude," she protested. "I'm not going to take off my shirt to fluster you, so this is unfair." * * * "Because I know how. Don't be like...
She flushed in embarrassment, dropping her hand. "I mean... yes..." * * * "Because it's dangerous," she replied, clearly getting a little...
She considered him, her hand on his chest. "I'm not the one without a shirt on." * * * "I'll teach you some other time. I'm not having you...
She patted next to her on the bed. "You're super attractive." * * * "I can't just teach you to drive in a few minutes. I'll be fine." * * *...
"It'll be completely healed in about two weeks." * * * "Don't be silly," she said, getting out and brushing the glass off her lap. "You can't...
“I’m glad,” she said easily, sitting on the edge of her bed. *** “How do you drive? What do you mean?” she asked, sounding bewildered. ***...
“I love you too,” she replied easily, resting her forehead against his for a moment before pulling away. *** “It’s not your fault.” The cut was...
She rolled her eyes before kissing him, her hands on his jaw. *** She winced, looking down at the glass in her lap. *** He returned with two...
