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Could a realist and a roether?

Rain stepped out of the ladies’ restrooht of her caused this pang of wonder in his chest and desire to pound in his blood He re kisses they’d shared and how the encounter differed from his encounters with other wo he felt in his dickit was so he felt in his blood, in his skin, and in the needful tug in his gut

Fuck yes, he thought, a realist and a romantic can definitely make it work

So he would offer friendship in the hope of wearing her down

He grinned at the thought, secretly hoping that wearing her doouldn’t take too long at all

“What are you grinning at?” she said, eyes narrowed in suspicion

“Nothing”

“It’s not nothing You look like you’re planning so”

At that reen tea and Craig noted he studiously avoided looking at Rain An inner growl of satisfaction didn’t surprise Craig He’d gone cave a shit

Rain picked up her cup of tea and sipped it “You really do mean to interfere with -lutely”

He felt pleasure roll through hih and failed

“What a her head at hihty schoolboy

“Take a ithhold of his own coffee “We’ll finish up here and then just stroll about It’s a nice day out Unless”—his gaze dropped to the floor where he saw her heels peeking out beneath the table—“you can’t walk too long in those sexy-as-fuck shoes”

She ignored his purr of flirtation “Sweetheart, I’ve been wearing heels since I was fourteen I could run a hed “I like that”

“Like what?”

“You calling ain “I thought ere just going to be friends?”

“Friends flirt” He shrugged