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"You've played nice at plenty of dinners"

"I have?"

"Lastempire He barely looked up from your tits"

"I was scowling the whole time"

"He couldn't tell He wasn't looking at your face"

A laugh spills from her lips "True"

"You had them out He couldn't help it"

"I earing reasonable dinner attire It's ridiculous If I cover up, I'ht If I show too much skin, I'm a slut"

"No one thinks you're a slut"

"But you—"

"I get your point It is bullshit"

"It's the world" She turns to me, her back to the view "I could have chosen a different field"

"A less attention grabbing hairstyle"

"If it grabs soat my boobs?"

"That's a good point"

She motions see

"But if I may speak for people who enjoy breasts—"

"Can I stop you?"

"Yours are really fucking nice"

"How do you know?"

My eyes flit to her chest "I know"

"You haven't seen them"

"Is that an offer?"

She doesn't tell me to fuck off the way she normally does She blushes Looks to the door "In your dreams"

"Hopefully"

It hangs there in the air

The offer

Her blush

My blood rushing to my cock

Baseball People think about baseball But I don't know shit about baseball

Simon's disapproval

Adam's concern

The pride on Preston's face

The tone of his voice I'

It's miserable, but it doesn't help I want to touch her more To soak in the warmth of her skin and the sweetness of her lips

The vibrancy of life

Soe to make more

I need to get the fuck out of here But this is uest I can't abandon her on the balcony

I can't stand here and smell her shampoo

There's only one place that leads I need to do so—

That's it

I s lass "Another round?"

"No I' to hit the hay" Her eyes flit to the hallway "Is my stuff really here?"

"Yeah" I lead her inside To the second door on the right The spare bedroom