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He took one of her hands, gazing at her nails and chuckling. "Seems i'll be doomed if I ever come in a match with them," Caden noted, grinning slightly. Emily had always ran her hands up and down his abs, and now he was sure he was even more doomed since she had nails instead of nubs. |
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She paled. "I can trim them. I'll do it right now. Are you mad?" |
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"What? No no no, I think they're quite nice. Just saying i'd be doomed if you ever run your hands on me as you always do, pretty sure it'd feel damn good though." Caden chuckled, pecking her lips. |
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"oh..." She said, realizing he wasn't screaming at her or yelling or hitting her. "You're not...mad?" |
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"Well no, don't think I ever could be mad at you." He murmured with a soft smile. |
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Caden just laughed at her remark. |
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"if I...wore something that attracted another guy's attention, forgot to make you a meal, said no to you, wasn't in the mood, screwed something up on your car and didn't replace it, or asked you for money. You really would get mad at me" |
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"Attracted another guy? Don't care, long as you wear it willingly and feel confident in it. Forgot a meal? I can cook something for myself, wasn't in the mood? Okay, i'll wait for a few days before asking again. Screwed a car up? I'll just buy another one, asked for money? Okay, sure." He mused. |
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"no...you're lying...you'd yell and throw things and hit me or something...you wouldn't just stay calm, that's not what I would deserve..." |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
