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She giggled " of course I'll let you " she let the water run over her while she waited for him |
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He chuckled lightly at that, stepping in next to her and gliding his arms around her waist. Marco let the water run over his frame, it warming him yet chilling him instantly. |
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She softly bit her lip and wrapped her arms around his neck |
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"Have I told you you're beautiful today?" He asks, eyes glazing over her body before they looked back into hers. |
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" yeah you told me before we left the house " |
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"Well anyway, you're so perfetto." He rolled out, his accent lingering. "Means you're perfect," Marco explained, slightly ashamed of the slip up. |
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" I know what it meant " she giggled she was trying to learn his language to impres him but she didn't tell him |
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He chuckled at her words, pondering for a second. "Eh, pretty obvious translation anyway." Marco mused lightly, pecking her head. |
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" yeah " she closed her eyes when he kissed her head then opened then once he pulled away |
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Marco let the water run over his shoulders, it trickling down his chest as it warmed him. |
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Windy with Flurries
