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"Listen, just go along with it and he'll stop, I promise you." He advised, grabbing her phone gently and accepting the call, tossing his arm over her shoulders to make it seem they were together or something like that. "Blane, how you doing man? What's up with you calling my girl so often, huh?" |
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She was fucking blushing like a mad woman, with a stupid ass grin on her face. Oh, she had the hots for Marco. |
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Blane just stared at the two, Marco even pecking her cheek for added effect as he waited for an answer. Blane muttered something, hanging up real quick as the other man removed his arm |
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She just blinked, and placed her hat over her face, to hide the blush. She was probably redder than a damn firetruck at the point. |
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"For fuck's sake, I should've kissed you, had the opprotunity and missed it." He groaned, running a hand down his face as he glanced over at her, seeing the hat on her face and chuckling. "What's with the hat, hm?" |
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"What?" She squeaked. She made a noise that was DEFINITELY not human-like. She was blushing that damn hard. |
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"Oh c'mon, put the hat down," He pleaded softly, dropping his voice to just the right tone to make her go hopefully insane, knowing exactly what game he was playing, by his rules. Marco reached out and grabbed her wrist gently, pulling the hat down as he met her gaze with some sort of grin, gaze flicking to her lips before back to her eyes. |
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She was blushing, quite heavily. "Sorry." She muttered. "I know you don't like me like this, so." |
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He chuckled, grinning. "Well, you're wrong, very wrong. I've liked you since day one," Marco mused. |
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Her head snapped up so fast it was shocking she didn't snap her neck. "You--wait-- y-you like me?" She asked, eyes brightening a little. |
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