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her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty ๔єςк shoes, some fоѓэіБи kind. above that were јэаиѕ, body hugging, old enough to look soft over ʜᴀʀᴅ мυѕ¢ℓєѕ. ʍoɹɹɐu hips. nice chest.face to drive a ѕ¢υℓρтσя crazy: ѕєηѕυσυѕ mouth, high cheekbones. dark sunglasses. slightly ŧøᵾsłɇđ brown hair..

ѕємι-нιαтυѕ — please read.
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boundbyasmirk:

     It did not take an expert to read the downward curve of Katherine’s mouth, nor the minor withdrawing of her frame from his. 

                  But composure was promptly reclaimed.
                     In the form of diminishing distance between them, eyes alight and smirk ready.

I know what love is.❞

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Swift rejection, and even swifter dismissal of it.
      ❝Oh come on, Stefan;
         you know you’re just dying to.❞

     [ he could’ve said she was enjoying it without any kind of doubt.
 fortunately or not, he didn’t. maybe because of her
         presence, god knows. ]

               ❝       Is that some kind of a notification?
           Because I don’t want to start talking about
           how wrong I think you are.❞

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               ❝And no, not really. Maybe in your dream,
             but as for now, we sort of aren’t in one.❞


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