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She took his can softly a threw it away " want another" |
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"Yeah, i'll take one." His deep voice announced, the sound both quiet and loud at the same time. |
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She grabbed him another and sit down beside him and handed him the beer " you have a slight accent where are you from" |
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Marco's hand went to immediately wrap itself around her shoulder, him setting it behind the couch. "I'm from Italian, that's why. Parents came over from Naples, got too expensive plus we know more people here." He explained, tossing a but more of his accent just for fun. |
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She bit her lower lip" that's hot" |
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"Eh, may be hot to you but to me? All it is is simply a obstacle." He mused, taking a swig of the rum. "Can't pronounce any 'th's, always jack them up." Marco said, taking another long sip of the beer. |
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" it's still hot " he leaded her head on his shoulder and took a sip of whiskey |
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Marco tensed slightly when she laid her head on his shoulder, but he relaxed, just beaming from ear to ear as he wrapped his arm around her. "You know what else is hot? Long blonde hair, blue eyes with a fleck of brown in one, barrel races, my age, has the initials AR....." He said softly, casting a glance at Amy. |
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She blushed and looked up at him " you pay attention to my eyes?" |
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"How can I not? With something as gorgeous as them, kinda can't look away," He responded with a sly smile, his gaze flicking to her lips for a nanosecond before looking back into her eyes. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
