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Rose looked at him puzzeldly. "What's that mean?" She asked softly |
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"It means your worth everything.Your a идеальный любовник,perfect lover." He says,accent still lingering. |
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Rose just blushed lightly and kissed him before playing with his hair again |
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Caden tilted his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His Russian accent rolled smoothly as he spoke, "You know, I never thought I'd meet someone who could make me lose my focus so easily." He leaned a little closer, his eyes dropping to her lips before flicking back to her eyes. "Careful, though... if you keep looking at me like that, I might not be able to stop myself." He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, almost hesitant but enough to send a shiver through the air between them. "But I’m still trying to figure out if I should kiss you," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Or if you’ll kiss me first." The space between them seemed to shrink as his gaze lingered, waiting for a sign, a hint, something—before he leaned in just enough for their lips to almost touch, leaving the moment hanging in the balance. |
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Rose smiled softly at him, adoration and love written in her eyes as she listened to him. She pressed her lips to his |
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Caden pulled back just a little, his hand still resting on her thigh. He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Guess you really did want to kiss me, huh?" he teased, his voice soft but with a familiar warmth. He leaned in again, this time slower, letting the moment stretch just a little longer. "You're trouble," he added with a grin, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But I think I like it." As he met her eyes, there was no rush—just a quiet understanding between them, the kind of comfort that comes with time together. "You know, we could keep doing this forever," he said, his tone relaxed, before he kissed her once more, just as comfortable and easy as the last. |
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"You already know i'm trouble" She said quietly, barely a soft whisper. She kissed him back, a smile still on her lips |
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Caden grinned, his eyes lighting up with a playful spark. "Oh, I know," he said, leaning in a little closer, his tone teasing but warm. "But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way." He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment, the touch light but meaningful. "You keep me on my toes, and I kind of like it." He gave her a crooked smile, his voice dropping just a little. "I think you're just the right amount of trouble." He leaned in a bit, his lips brushing against her forehead as he whispered, "And besides, trouble’s always more fun with you." |
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Rose smiled a small, soft smile as he spoke, the words making her adore him even more. She listened to him with love written in her smile, unable to contain it |
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Caden’s smile turned more teasing as he watched her, the playful energy between them electric. He shifted slightly, closing the space just enough to make her feel his presence. "You know, Rose," he murmured, his voice low, "I think you're even more trouble up close." He let his hand drift to her waist, his fingers grazing the fabric of her shirt just enough to send a small spark through the air. "But I don’t mind," he continued with a sly grin, "I’m starting to think I need a little trouble in my life." He leaned in a little, his lips brushing just barely against her ear as he spoke. "And the way you look at me, well… I think you know exactly how much I like it." He pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes smoldering with a mix of affection and challenge. "So, what’s next, troublemaker?Am I going to have to beg you to kiss me?" he teased, his tone warm but with an edge of playful confidence. |
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