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"You better keep goin'." She stated. (How've you been, anyways?) |
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Dylan chuckled and smiled. "Okay..." he agreed. Slowly, he slipped her top off, making sure she was okay with it first. "God... your gorgeous..." he murmured, staring at her. |
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"Even with the scars?" She asked. |
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He nodded. "Yes, your fucking spectacular," ( sry, yeah, I'm great. Wbu? ) |
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(I've been okay-ish.) When they finished, she looked at him. "You always that gentle?" She asked. |
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"Do you want me to be rough next time?" He asked, catching his breath. ( whts going on? ) |
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(Uh, this past December, my paternal grandfather passed away. We just got his ashes back, about a week ago. Now, my mom's biological dad has stage 4 cancer.) "Yeah." She nodded. "Just... a little bit." |
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( omg that's awful, I'm so sorry, ) Dylan nodded and smiled softly, "Okay," he agreed. "Was it better than doing it with your ex?" He asked. |
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(Thanks.) "Yeah, it was." She nodded. |
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Morning Showers then Cooling
