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He saw it was her and squinted for a moment before tilting his head curiously. He set down the file before crossing his arms across his chest....
He studied the files, leaning against his desk, but glanced up slightly. “Come in.” *** (Zoop?) *** He looked over at her, smiling widely....
Gideon was holding a file in his hand, squinting at it with his coffee in his other hand. He had a clean white shirt on, although his tie was...
Gideon was at his desk, standing over it with both hands placed flat on the surface, squinting down at a document. * * * Ed left the room,...
(Zoop?) * * * His face fell and he cleared his throat before nodding. "Yes, sir." * * * He glanced over his shoulder at his painting before...
He squinted before moving past her, continuing on his way. "Yeah, I'm still here," she would hear him mutter. "I just literally was knocking into...
His gaze shifted to her, his eyes smoldering as he considered her. "No," he replied icily. "No, I think that will be quite unnecessary." * * *...
"Yes, you should have," he replied stiffly, looking down at himself with an irritated sigh. "Now, not only have you ruined my shirt, but you have...
They ran into each other, splashing coffee all across Gideon's shirt. He paused, looking down at himself. * * * She glanced down at his hand...
Gideon swirled his coffee in the cup, frowning as he spoke. "I don't want to leave tomorrow afternoon, damnit," he growled. "I hired you to do...
He was tall enough to move through the crowds without much effort, his head down as he walked through the streets. His golden hair glinted in the...
She laughed slightly, looking up at him. “I figured. It would be a strange choice,” she said with a small shrug. “You know... with the whole...
“That’s true,” she mused. “But if Tristan is to be believed, you’re using me for all that too...” *** “You sound like you’re still grumpy.”
"You just think that because we made out," she said smoothly, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. * * * "Don't be mad. It's Christmas."
She looked over at him with a smile, tucking the clothing under her arm and turning to face him, her fingers brushing his chest. "What was that...
She went over to the drawers, opening them with one hand as the sun hit her shoulder blades. Freckles dusted them in the afternoon sun. * * *...
She came back out a few minutes later, her towel wrapped around herself, her hair wet. * * * He squinted before sitting up and kissing the tip...
She stood up, rubbing the back of her neck before going into the bathroom. *** “And yet here we are.”
She watched him before sitting up, her hand on his chest. "I'm going to go shower, okay?" * * * "Commenting is the key to your heart, apparently."
She kissed the base of his neck gently, stretching out next to him. "No, but I'm not the one with closed eyes." * * * "Nah, just commentin',"...
