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Caden nodded, walking out and letting the smile drop. God he didn't want to go out of fear of what happened last time, but he would, if it's what she wanted. He grabbed his phone out and dialed the number, the line picking up quickly. "This is Caden Ortiz, going to need a reservation for tonight. Don't care how much I have to pay." |
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Rose was worried but continued cleaning |
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Eventually their reservation came around, Caden dressing in a pair of slacks and a button down which matched whatever she was wearing. |
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She wore a more figure-hugging dark blue cockail dress that brought out her eyes and hair, turning to Caden. "How's this?" |
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Caden was waiting on her to put something on so he could find one which matched somewhat, his shirt absence as he looked at Rose and his eyes widened as a smile crept on his face as his eyes ran over her. His arms looped around her waist, the man looking back up at her. "You look gorgeous in that," |
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"Yeah?" She asked, hands resting on his chest |
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"Mhm," He hummed, pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling away to go toss a shirt on. Caden came back out in a lighter blue shirt, his eyes popping against it as the color made him seem even more tan. |
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She grinned and kissed him |
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He kissed her back, spinning her out before pulling her back to him. |
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Windy with Flurries
