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"What are you, Jack fro DiCaprio?" I spar back
"Wouldn’t dare," she says, shaking her head slowly I hold her stare for a fewthe curve of her lips--the way the pink almost matches the color of her cheeks
"Good I like Leo He’s a s" She laughs at s you don’t fuck with--baseball, and Leo"
She crosses her heart dra "Wouldn’t dare mock Leo then," she says, unable to hold her snicker in
"You laugh now, but were you laughing when he went all rogue in The Departed? I think not He was badass And what about Gangs of New York?"
"Never saw it," she says, and I grab her wrist, spinning her around to face me at the elevator bank
"Seriously?"
"Never saw The Departed, either Just Titanic," she admits
The elevator opens, and we move inside "That’s just…well…shameful That’s what that is No wonder you don’t understand the full power of the Leo," I say, shakingbackahead of me when the elevator opens
"You knohat, I don’t want to draw you anyto have that attitude," I joke, and she turns to faceadorable pout ever
"Nope, not going to work onone leg overin with
"Nope, you’re seduction powers are useless," I say, a breath or two before her lips dust overto take so her top lip between my teeth
Just then, she reaches doer inme from this little fantasy we’ve created I a I want to do is draw
"Please? Drawkisses downdown the hall, and Nate and Rowe’s laughter fills the silence Instead of getting up fro in place while sheo to my room When we hear the other door shut, I nip at the tip of her finger, and she leaves it insexy
"Get inside I’ll draw you But then, I’ out all kinds of fantasies," I say, and she hops up from my lap, opens her door and practically pulls me inside with her
I didn’t expect her to strip But she did She’s actually playing out that scene fro at her nipple I so don’t want to be drawing right now Why is this pencil in my hand?
"If I find out you can’t really draw, and this was all so
"One, I never asked you to get naked," I say, pausing and gawking, mouth wide open "Sorry Little distracted And two, I can draw So hush and don’ther spiral notebook tomy best to block my view of most of her body with the notebook so that et a decent portrait of her face done before I co have you drawn?" she asks after a few minutes of silence
"Shhhhh," I say, and she whispers an apology "I’ You can talk I already have your lips and face I started drawing for fun in high school Superheroes and stuff like that My uess I picked up a few things"
"Do you paint or do other stuff?" she asks, so her to crinkle it so she doesn’t move I lean forward and run the back of my knuckle down her nose for her "Thank you," she says, the redness creeping up again atthere forWhat the hell?