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"I'd say that drive sounds good here about now," He suggested softly, grabbing his keys. |
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She nodded and followed him to the garage |
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Caden slipped into the driver's seat of the Camaro, breaking at least 20 road laws as he drove off. His hand rested on her thigh like old times, he looked over and smiled softly in that dim light before gunning it down the infamous back road. |
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"I love you" She said softly, grinning at him |
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"I love you too," He murmured, pecking her lips. |
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"You spoil me, y'know that?" |
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"Wouldn't call it spoiling, I prefer the term 'loving'." Caden corrected, the wind blowing at his face |
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"You treat me like a god damn princess" She challenged softly |
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"Treat you how I love you," Caden corrected, driving with his knee. |
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"You know you're attractive beyond belief, hm?" |
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Tornados ! Run for Cover !
