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"Hey!" He called, frowning slightly as she discarded the sweatshirt. "I had to yank that from some grandma, she had a deathgrip on it but, don't toss it around like it's junk." Jaden chuckled, about to say something though the words dissentigrated in his throat as she traced a hand down his back. "H-Hey now, don't do t-that." He managed, sitting up and standing. |
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"Quit doing this?" She murmured, snaking a hand down his back again. She could feel him arching against her touch, so she continued. "Also I forgot that the sweatshirt wasn't mine; I wore it too much." She mused. |
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"Yes-" He managed, arching against her everytime she did so. |
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"Only if you want." She did it once more before stopping and hopping up on the bed.
"What time is this dinner thing? It's 4 already." She pulled Jaden across the bed as she hugged him. |
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"Damn you're just gonna-" He paused, catching a breath. "You're just gonna go from absolutely unraveling me to talkin' bout dinner? Okay then.." Jaden chuckled, |
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" If you want I can do it again." She stated, scooting closer to Jaden. "You want me to?" She mused, looking at him, eyes connecting. |
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"Nope, think i'll pass." He chuckled, standing. "I'm gonna go grab a few things from my room real quick, i'll be right back." Jaden mused, grabbing a pair of slacks, a creme button up, and some dress shoes from his bag. He showered while he was over there, spraying on his good cologne he saved for special occasion such as this. |
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Charlotte dug through her bag to see what she had. She noted the really pretty teal blouse with the slowly back. She put that on with some minor gold jewelry and her dress cowboy boots. She ran to the door, standing out in the hall waiting for him. |
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Jaden only had about half the buttons done, his abs somewhat peeking out before he buttoned the shirt over them and left the top two unbuttoned, running his fingers through his damp hair for a somewhat messy look, deciding it was fine as he saw Charlotte. |
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Charlotte, for once, had taken her hair out of the constant braid or ponytail she wore and let the dark hair fell over her shoulders. Her jeans made her look tall, and her necklace added a pretty touch. She met him in the hall. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
