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She opened her eyes and seemed surprised that he was looking at her, her clear grey eyes meeting his. “You wouldn’t be upset if I got hurt?” ***...
Her eyes were closed, but her lips curved up in a smile. "If you got hurt? Yes, Mr. Audra, I think I'd be fairly upset." * * * "How do you...
She shook her head slightly. "No, I don't. But... I would be really upset if you got hurt." * * * He laughed slightly, the chuckle like a...
Their hands were folded against his heart, and Beck's hair would brush the underside of his chin, her skin soft against his neck. "I'm sorry you...
She looked up at him, her smile soft before she rested her head in the curve of his neck, going quiet. * * * "This isn't my fault."
She considered him thoughtfully before taking it, her fingers lacing easily with his. * * * He squinted before deflecting the water at her.
She gave him a small smile. "Anytime, Mr. Audra." The song changed and she tilted her head, listening. "It's not the pale moon that excites...
She finished patching him up, tying off the gauze before her gaze flickered up to him. Her face was less than a foot away from his. "There," she...
She began to clean the wound, wrapping gauze around the injury. *** “To say is not to promise.”
She frowned before pulling out some gauze. “Here,” she said, that voice soft and gentle. “Let me see.” *** “That doesn’t sound like something I...
She glanced over and her face softened. “Yeah, of course,” she said, reaching under the kitchen sink and pulling out a med kit, crossing over to...
She was at the stove when he came out, stirring some sort of bisque. The music was sweet and affectionate and she was humming under her breath....
She frowned at his defensiveness, pulling away. “Go clean yourself up,” she said, gesturing to the bathroom. *** “You’re an actual chef.”
She looked concerned. Something was cooking on the stove and she tried to look at his cuts. “You left 15 minutes ago. How did you get into this...
She frowned, studying him before stepping back. “Of course. Are you okay?” *** “They’re good, right? And so simple.”
When he knocked on the door, it took a moment for Beck to open it. She was wearing pajamas, grey ones with a loose shirt and some shorts. Her...
The man groaned, falling into his back, unconscious. The woman had already fled.
The punch landed and the man groaned before attempting to cut his cheek. *** “Not during the fight.”
His face hardened and he lunged forward, taking a swipe at Levy’s face with one hand, attempting to punch with the other. *** “We were all in...
The man turned to Levanin and pulled out a small knife, letting go of the woman. “Leave us alone.” *** “Tsk tsk. Stoned on the job.”
