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After a little she pulled back " Marco " |
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"Yeah?" He asks, still grinning lightly. |
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" what are we " she looked down at his lips then back to his eyes |
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"Whatever you want us to be," He responded, pressing a few kisses to her neck. |
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" mm well mm I don't think friends let friends sit on each others lap and make out " she tilted her head back slightly |
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"True," He trailed off, continuing. |
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"It'd only make sense if we were dating, hm?" |
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"Okay then so now I can start calling you 'babe', life seems fine for now." He muses, trailing his lips up her neck. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
