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“Here for a checkup?” Marianne was poised elegantly on the edge of her desk, almost tittering on the edge of slipping on. One long leg thrown over the other, the heel of her shoes occasionally tapping against the floor. “Because I don’t accept walk-ins.” The blonde is teasing, her lips tilted in a slight smile.
“I was actually looking for my heart ? A pretty blonde doctor stole it.” Makoa chuckled as he entered the Clayton’s medical bay. It was easy for him to flirt back. He did it effortlessly as if it was as simple as breathing. “I thought you could make an exception for me.”















