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Caden let her, feeling his heart race all over again. -Okay maybe i'm not ready--how does she do it?--why's my heart beating so fast? Am I about to have a stroke? I'm only 22! Or am I 23? No, i'm 22. I'm 22 and about to have a stroke! Fuck she's getting closer get your game together Caden!- |
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She placed her hands on his chest and smiled. "A bit nervous, hm?" |
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"Nervous? I....don't know what...you mean." He murmured, guard dropping as her touch silenced him. |
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"You're body says otherwise" she said, hand snaking downward |
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"H-how's that?" Caden asked slowly, heart racing even faster as she trailed her hands down. |
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"You seem a bit flustered and nervous. But then again, he clearly is excited" She noted in his ear |
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Caden rolled his eyes, grabbing her wrists and bringing them back up to his chest before she broke him even more. "Maybe, maybe not. Depends how this goes," He managed, though his voice was on the edge of cracking. |
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"How do you want it to go?" |
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"Anything better than the last attempts," Caden managed, talking slower as his hear still raced. |
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"You attempted to lure me in?" She teased |
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Sunny with Strong Gusting Winds
