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Lucille smiled. "I don't wanna get up either, but my parents will be pissed if the school tells them I was late or absent," she said getting up. "C'mon sleepyhead, we hafta get up or we'll be late." she said pulling him up into a sitting position. "We can skip class or lunch or something and go make out in the empty classroom." |
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"ok fine" he got up out of bed |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille smiled and giggled. "I knew that'd get you up." |
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"oh shut up " he went to his dresser and took his shirt off showing his back mussels he worked for years for |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille grinned and giggled but immediately fell silent when he took off his shirt, showing off his muscles. All she could do was stare, her face flaming red, biting her lip to hold back a whimper or a gasp. |
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he didnt hear her so he turned around showing off his abs and he raised an eyebrow "whats wrong" |
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Lucille's eyes practically bulged out of her head at the sight. "Nothing." she lied, unable to take her eyes off of his abs. |
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he smirked and walked closer to her " are you sure" |
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Lucille nodded. "Yeah... I'm fine..." she murmured, distracted my his muscles. Lucille still couldn't stop staring at those damn abs... |
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"are you sure " now he was right in front of her he grabbed her hand and placed it on his abs |
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