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"It's always funny becuase they'll ask for my number then see us making out or something and I just grin at them and its HILARIOUSLY funny." Marco chuckled. |
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" yeah I'm glad you think that's funny I don't even like it when a girl looks at you romantically more or less asks for your number, I just makes me want to punch them, and one day I'll be drunk and end up punching on of them" she said as she kept her eyes on him |
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He stopped laughing, keeping a small grin. "Honestly i'd love to see you nail some girl in the face," |
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" oh I bet you would " she looked at him with a smirk then jumped up onto the counter and grabbed him with her legs and pulled him close to her |
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Marco grinned, letting her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "There a reason you want me so...close?"
He teased, voice filled with a tone. |
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" because I love you " she said and wrapped her arms around his neck |
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"Good, because I love you." He mused, eyes flicking to her lips then back to her eyes. |
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She noticed where his eyes looked to and she smiled " do you want to kiss them " she teased |
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Marco didn't answer, crushing his mouth against hers. |
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She kissed him back, her legs an arms were still wrapped around him as he kissed her |
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