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Gale raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice playful as he shifted closer, his gaze lingering on hers. "I think I can handle a little challenge." He leaned back slightly, giving her a teasing look. "But honestly, I think you like being nice to me," he added, his tone light and mischievous. "I’m not sure you could resist." He reached out, gently brushing his hand against hers, his fingers lightly grazing her skin. "Besides," he continued, his voice quieter now, "I think the last time you were pretty nice to me." His eyes softened slightly as he looked at her, feeling the warmth of the moment between them. "But if you’re changing things up, I guess I’ll just have to keep up." There was a hint of challenge in his words, but more than that, a quiet affection that had been growing every time he'd seen her. |
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There was a warm tingle on her hand as he brushed his hand against it. She smiled at him. "Was I?" She asked, feigning forgetfullness. "You can try to keep up, but good luck with that." She teased, a warmth still in her chest and hand |
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Gale’s grin widened, his eyes flickering with a mix of mischief and something deeper as he leaned in just a little closer. "Oh, I’m not worried," he murmured, his voice a smooth, playful drawl. "I actually like a little competition." He brushed his hand lightly against hers, lingering for a moment, his fingers grazing over hers like he was testing the waters. "But you’re not as hard to keep up with as you think," he added with a wink, his breath warmer as he leaned in even closer, letting their sides brush together. He let the space between them close just enough that she could feel the subtle pressure of his body, the shift in the air between them unmistakable. "Careful, Kayla," he whispered, his voice low and teasing, "if you keep acting like this, I might just prove I can keep up. And trust me, that’s a challenge I’m more than ready for." His eyes darkened for a moment, the playful tone shifting to something a little more intense, before he flashed a grin that was equal parts challenge and invitation. "Now, if you really want to test me, I’m all for it." |
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Kayla stayed silent, a smalie still on the edge of her lips as she looked down. "Not as hard, hm?" She asked quietly, finishing the fox. She didn't look at him, he was her weakness when it came to challenges. |
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Gale's smirk deepened as he leaned in a little closer. "Not as hard, hm?" he teased, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "But if you keep looking that gorgeous, you might make it a lot harder for me." He brushed his hand lightly against hers, his fingers lingering just enough to send a quiet spark through the air. "Guess I’ll have to work even harder to keep up." |
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Kayla giggled quietly, nearly silent but recognizeable, as he called her gorgeous. She felt the electricity between them as he touched her hand again |
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Gale's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his voice soft and playful. "You sure about that?" he teased, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm. "Because I could definitely get used to you making me work for it." He closed the gap just a little more, his lips almost touching hers. "But I think I might just skip the waiting part," he whispered before leaning in and kissing her, slow and lingering, as if savoring every second. |
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Kayla smiled at him and kissed him back, giving up. |
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Gale’s grin deepened as she kissed him back, the fight in her fading as she melted into the moment. He responded immediately, his hand finding its place at her side, pulling her a little closer. He deepened the kiss slowly, savoring the shift from playful banter to something more real, more connected. He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, breathing softly. "That’s what I thought," he murmured, a teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was a tenderness to it now. |
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Kayla didn't pull away, her forehead resting against his. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. She felt his hand on her side and it send a warmth through her |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
