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"Yes, but let's get out of here." They walked to the elevator, Charlotte mindlessly grabbing at his hand. "Now, are you ok?" She asked, genuinly concerned. |
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"Yeah, only got punched so, nothing bad." He explained |
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"Ok." Charlotte scooted slightly closer, hoping he would hug her or something. |
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He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. |
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Charlotte sighed softly, leaning against him and hugging him back, her hands finding their way to his waist, her finger looping his belt loops in a playful manner. |
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"What're. . . you doin'?" He asked, looking down at her hands. |
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"Nothing." She mused, letting her hands drift to his back, where she tapped her fingertips along his back, feeling him shiver. |
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"Hey now, we're just going down to the cars." He mused, removing her hand as the elevator doors opened. "That can wait 'till we get to my place, then it's really whatever you want." Jaden mused with a smirk, walking out into the lobby. |
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"Ok." She sarcastically put on a sad face as they walked to the cars, Charlotte beeping her car with the alarm on her keys. |
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"I'll send you the address," He mused, pecking her lips before getting into his Corvette, revving it as he pulled out onto the highway, engine humming as he did so. |
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