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✗ - // she tightened her jaw, yet with no malicious intent. just annoyance, a feeling that his cockiness often invoked. “don’t get used to it.” still with a teasing smile she answered. “if we make this a regular thing then we might as well get wasted.”
“I would never.” Ransome quipped. “But hey -- now you can’t say I never gave you anything. Free Whiskey even if it’s just an after taste.” He grinned again. But without a second thought, this time around he initiated another kiss, pressing his lips fully onto hers. A hand cupping her cheek but just as quickly once more, he teased and pulled back. “Now, we’re even since you think you had to do all the work.”








