[She doesn't even get to ask him what's up -- or protest. Or close her eyes.]
...is that your fucking idea of romance? [Because it's either that or a dare. This doesn't make any sense to her. A hand finds its way to her hip and she stares him down. Shames him, even.]
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...is that your fucking idea of romance? [Because it's either that or a dare. This doesn't make any sense to her. A hand finds its way to her hip and she stares him down. Shames him, even.]