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He clicked his tongue “No, not at all But you paint a nice picture” His eyebroaggled and e the plan I had in mind Yours sounds better”

Shit He was inti A smartass A playboy

“Let’s stick to plan A”

He chuckled “If you insist”

“Is it as quaint as this place?” I tested I had already fallen in love with the French bar

“Even better” He grinned

“All right If I’ squad over breakfast, I should at least have a good story to tell” I plucked my beaded clutch in my hand

“Always my motto” His lips lowered close to my ear “Carpe noctem”

I tilted ht”

“What else?”

He guided me out of the bar with his hand pressed to my back It seared as if he wanted to tattoo reht on my skin But there weren’t needles Just protective brushes of his fingertips I thought I knew exactly whatmy body

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Knight

The ere down I looked over as Kennedy lifted the clasp fro the pins Her tresses spilled over her shoulders in the wind Fuck me

I threw the car into another gear and pressed on the pedal