hit me with your best shot

The name's Zac Bilson. Though I'm sure you've already heard a lot of things about me. Beware, the angel face isn't so angelic. Does it really matter who I'm partnered with?

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Royal Wedding Series. PT. 1 ~ The Proposal (AU Flashback Zacsilla)

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When she pulled away from their kiss, Priss smiled up at him. “Well, you could’ve given me a five minute warning to brush my teeth. My mouth smells like a Red Vine factory…” The both of them knew it didn’t matter. They’ve seen every inch of each other. They saw each other when they were all dressed up, ready for a red carpet event, and they’ve seen each other naked in bed at seven in the morning with messy bed head and morning breath. She had nothing to hide from him. 

"Wow, champagne? Someone’s fancy," Priscilla teased, kissing him quickly once more after he gave her one of her favorite smiles. Zac could light up a room with that genuine smile of his, but sadly, it was rare for others to see. He’d usually put on that fake ‘glad to be here for the fans’ smile and go on with the event he was at. He was still handsome though. 

"Oh, okay. Of course, Zac. What’s up?" she asked when he set his hands on her waist. He kissed her nose and she smiled contently up at her boyfriend once again, her arms wrapping around his neck loosely. With the champagne and everything, Priss was expecting them to celebrate some movie casting or business deal that Zac scored, so of course she’d be excited for him. She always was. 

"But you wanted to sit, right? Come on, babe. There’s a couch calling our names." Priss then took his hand and walked to the couch with him, sitting by his side and looking up at him. This was nice. Just him and her in front of the fire with the cool night sky outside. And Zac was probably going to tell her about some insane deal he got which was going to be great. 

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He laughed quietly with her, pulling her slightly closer to him, the warmth of her body making him feel at home like he always did when he was around her. They could be at the other side of the world, and he still felt at home if she was with him. She was his home. "Your breath is fine. And you look beautiful, but that's nothing new, is it?" he complimented her sincerely, like he always did.

"Of course I'm fancy. Nobody's fancier than me. Not even your Queen." he stated jokingly. British people and their royalty... wait. Sometimes he forgot Priss was a royal. Mostly because she wasn't that much of a snob, not at all around him. It was because to him she was a normal girl. He loved her for her, not for her title, in fact he couldn't have cared less about that. Hell, he would've loved her just the same if she were a Target cashier.

With a smile still on his face as they sat up on the couch, he got ready to start talking. It was better if he just said it once and for all, instead of mumbling around. But that was proving to be a lot easier said than done.

He cleared his throat. "So. You know I love you, right? Like, you don't have any doubts about that, am I correct?" he asked. He really wished he was making her feel loved in their relationship, because that's what she deserved. And because she was, in fact, very much loved. Too much.

She was his weakness and there was no doubt about it.

"I'm... I'm... fuck. I'm so crap at words. I'm sorry." he said, already getting frustrated at the fact that he couldn't seem to gather the right words to say, even if he had rehearsed this moment in front of the mirror about a billion times. "I love you with all my heart Priss. And I don't know how, or why, but for some reason, you decided to love me back. And I want to make sure you know that that is the best thing that has ever happened to me." he said, his mind racing inside his head and his palms starting to sweat.

"All my life has always been a lie. Most of my friends are a lie. My parents' marriage is a lie. My love life was a lie. I was trained to lie since I was 7, by my PR agent. He taught me how to be a professional liar. And now I am. And I never thought much of it. Until I met you, and for the first time I felt the need to stop hiding what I feel. I needed to tell you who I am and what I think and what I have to say. Because you really do care. And I care about you like I've never cared about anything else in my life. And I love that. I love you. And I want you. Forever." he said, pausing for a second to catch his breath now that he was content with the words that had came out. So then he took from his jacket's pocket the little velvet box and opened it up, showing a diamond ring.

It wasn't extremely big and flashy, again. His engagement was something real to him. He wasn't doing it to feed any tabloids. They didn't need an extravagant big ass ring. But then again, it was real diamonds and gold.

And then it was time to speak again. This was it. He couldn't wait any longer. "So, Priss. Will you, once again, make me the happiest man in the world, by becoming my wife?" he said, tears in his eyes starting to show. Why the fuck did he have to be so sensitive?

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Royal Wedding Series. PT. 1 ~ The Proposal (AU Flashback Zacsilla)

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That day pretty magical already. Priss got to sleep in for another three hours and then her and her bodyguard Johnson watched a movie in her penthouse while eating popcorn before he was called to actually do his job. Truthfully, Priss didn’t have any friends. Well, she did…She had a lot of friends, but none that were real. They were only people she met at some fancy event and they only talked because of their status. The only people she felt real with were Zac and her bodyguard…and Rob. She was always real with her little brother, no matter how annoying he was. 

After getting up, Priss got dressed for the day, slipping into some casual dress just in case she had to run out to the store for more alcohol or chips…Then again, she could just send people out for that. But dressing up was always semi-fun for the girl. After she was all dressed, she grabbed a bottle of water and sat back on the couch, watching the rest of her movie while sipping on her water. Her whole day was spent like that. It was nice. But that soon went away when she got a call from her mother. With a sigh, the blonde picked up her cell. “Yeah? No, mom, I don’t want to go to that fundraiser tonight. Besides, it’s too late anyway, I look a mess. Rob will go, ask him,” she spoke, hanging up promptly. 

An event? It was nine at night already, she was not going to go to some event with a bunch of snobs. With a yawn, Priss began walking to her room only to be stopped by Johnson’s voice calling her name. “Yeah?” she called back, walking down to the door. But when she saw Zac, a smile instantly appeared on her lips. “Oh, hey babe. I didn’t know you were coming over, I could’ve ordered food in or something.” She then went to him and kissed his lips in welcome. 

"Did you want to talk about anything? I could fix us some drinks if you want…"

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As soon as Priscilla was visible to him, a smile grew on his face. It was amazing to him, how still after all these years, she still managed to make him as happy as she made him. She was the love of his life. There was no doubt about it. And that's why he was there that night. Because he wanted her, and he wanted her forever.

"Hi there, stranger." he said in a sing-song tone. "I know you weren't expecting me. I was actually going to wait until tomorrow when I came to have lunch, but I honestly couldn't wait any longer." he said, replying to her kiss in a sweet manner. He took out the bottle of a really expensive champagne from behing his back where he'd been holding it and held it up for her to see.

"I've already taken care of the drinks department." he said with a big, sincere smile. That genuine one that very few people knew. Actually, only Priss, Chris, Mandy and his mom knew it.

"Actually... I did want to talk about something." he said, noticing how Johnson was already leaving the room. See? That's what I mean when I said he didn't get into Priss' business. He was there to do his job and being a friend to the family and to Priss. But he stayed out of her private life. "Can we sit down for a minute?" he told her, walking closer to her and placing his warm hands on the sides of her waist, kissing her nose.

He was really fucking nervous. He had planned this to be simple and not too flashy, he wanted this to be about their feelings for each other, not any of that fake rich kid fancy bullshit. No fireworks and big announcement parties. Just them. That's all he needed.

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Zac was nervous. That was all that could be said about that moment. As he stood in front of the door, checking thinks off inside of his head trying to remember if he had brought everything. He wasn't a bad person, but he certainly didn't feel like he was enough for Priscilla. She was so way out of his league, even if that sounded impossible to believe. He firmly believed it to be true. Priss was the only woman who could possibly be out of his league. And yet, there he was. Standing there ready to take the biggest step of his life.

Taking a deep breath, he let everything out. And his head was clear again. He knew exactly what he was going to do, and he knew his nerves had nothing to do with indecision. He was sure. This was the thing that he wanted the most.

Raising his hand, he knocked on her penthouse's door and waited to be received. One of her security guards opened up the door, his last name was Johnson, that much he knew. And he was Priss' favorite bodyguard. Mostly because he was kind of funny and he didn't get into her business unless it was strictly for her safety, which she understood and appreciated. In all honesty, he was the only bodyguard she could stand being around for long periods of time, and Zac was just glad he had a man to hang around whenever they sent to all those lame events.

Johnson let him inside and called Priscilla's name. As he waited, Zac felt his hands starting to shake already. Get it together, Bilson, you haven't even said a word.

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The Perfect Couple| Zacsilla | AU

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When he said he hated her, Priss grinned then met him with a kiss the second he stepped out of the shower. “You love me and you know it,” she spoke, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. “All of your obsessive fans will be fawning over that video…and then they’ll send me more death threat tweets followed by my hormonal guy and lesbian fans posting those pictures of me. You know, the almost nude ones Vogue took?” 

Priscilla then kissed his lips, then his neck. “Which reminds me, Playboy wants me to do a photoshoot, I just wanted to see if you were okay with it.” 

When she was done getting dressed, she walked over to him and watched him fix up his hair, sitting on the desk in front of the mirror that he was using. “Love, you need to swear that you won’t dress like Justin Bieber or anything…Honestly, I can’t even put up with that child. He keeps tweeting me and people are starting to see him as desperate. Humorous, actually…” 

From there, she waited for him to get dressed and helped him with his bow tie before picking up her phone and throwing it in her purse before checking the time. “Shit…We’re late, aren’t we? Ready for another story on Perez about how we’re too busy fucking to notice the time?” she joked, smirking before holding his hand and making her way down the stairs to their car that was outside of the mansion.

When the driver opened the door, she got in with Zac and seconds later, the two were being driven to the event. While driving along, Priss rested her head on Zac’s shoulder, shutting her eyes and just resting for a few minutes. “Zac? I kinda want a puppy…” she said in her half-asleep stage, not even knowing what she was saying. Stretching out, she spoke again. “I also want alcohol, but my manager said I can’t be drunk in public…Wanker…” 

Half an hour later, they were at the event. It was huge and glamorous and filled with people, almost all of them holding cameras. With a sigh, she tidied up her hair then gave him a kiss on the lips. “Alright. Let’s get to it then.” And then they got out of the car, immediately being met by the flashed of cameras and reporters asking them questions. Priss, being trained in this, put on that bright smile of hers and went  down the carpet, letting them take photos first before going to reporters and answering questions. 

Many questions were asked, some usual and some odd, but she still answered .But then, one woman asked a question which Priss didn’t see coming. “I see you’ve got that ring! Is Priscilla Slade finally engaged to Zac Bilson?” the woman asked, Priscilla smiling still. “Finally? Oh, it’s only been a year or two…Alright, four years in April,” Priss said, laughing a bit. “But no, we’re not engaged. This is just a Webster’s ring.” “Are you two planning on an engagement then?” “Well, I think he’d want it to be a surprise.”

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Zac laughed, a smug smile on his face as he closed his eyes, allowing the feeling of Priss' lips on his skin to take over his mind. "Do I get to be there while they're taking the pictures?" he asked, playfully biting his lips at the thought. Truth was, he wasn't worried, much less jealous, when his girlfriend did that kind of photo shoots. He knew she was with him, and he knew he loved him. Her cheating on him wasn't even a possibility, just as the idea of cheating on her sounded ridiculous even inside his head. They were Zac and Priss, they were together in every single way two people could be together, they didn't cheat.

He turned around to look at her, a puzzled look on his face. "Where's that coming from? I have way more style than that kid. I actually like to wear pants for a reason, not just having them hang there way past my ass." he said, shaking his head at the image of Bieber. "I'm not worried, though. He'd have to learn more than a few things to even stand a chance at stealing my girl." he pronounced, sending a grin her way.

As they walked through the front door hand in hand, he looked down at her, and chuckled for a bit. "Nothing too far from reality, actually. We were too busy fucking last night to even remember we had to be up early for this shit." he said. The ride to the venue was rather slow, mostly because of the heavy traffic. "A puppy? We could get one, you know? Any kind you want." he said, smiling sweetly at her. She really was beautiful. Every time he looked at her she seemed to be even prettier. "C'mon, I'll get you drunk enough once we're back home." he promised before he got out of the car to open up the door for her. 

They walked together through the Red Carpet, and then went their separate ways to do interviews. He was only half listening to what the reporter was saying, and he replied to silly nonsense about the event, all with a charming smile while he kept an eye on his girl. The reporter seemed to notice, since she asked with a smile, "Missing your boo already?". He laughed a bit and looked at the dark haired woman, "Nah, not missing her yet, just admiring her from afar." he replied. "That one's really got you, hasn't she?" the woman asked her again. Zac's eyes went back to Priscilla, who seemed surprised by whatever question she had gotten. She was so painfully beautiful, sometimes it hurt him to look at her. He looked back at the reporter, and with the most sincere of smiles he replied.

"Yes. She's got me. A hundred percent."

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The Perfect Couple| Zacsilla | AU

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When Priscilla noticed Zac’s eyes start to travel down her body, she smirked and tilted his chin up to kiss his lips before ruffling his hair. “Go on, love. Take that shower, you really need it,” she joked, going to her little makeup desk in the bathroom…Well, not little…That makeup desk was giant, but that was besides the point. Zac started walking to the shower and Priscilla just couldn’t help but peek over and watch him, biting her lip when he pulled down his boxers and stepped inside. Yeah, it wasn’t something a ‘lady’ was supposed to do, but when you had a boyfriend like Zac Bilson, how could you not? 

Answering his previous statement, she started applying her foundation primer. “Mhm…Perez is sort of an asshole when it comes to these things. If we’re even half an hour late, he’ll probably write that we were in an argument or that I was giving you a blowjob in the back of the car. Totally insane things…That wanker…” Priss said, putting on her foundation and powder before setting up her eye makeup. And then he started singing. Oh joy. And with a lovely song. Yes, his voice was good, but she liked hearing more…pretty lyrics. No, she did not want to hear a song about how horny some guy is or how much of a slut his ex girlfriend is. No. She wasn’t a fan of those songs. So, Priss grabbed her phone off of her bedroom counter and took an instagram video of herself saying “Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Bilson singing the most romantic song of all time,” while Zac sang in the background. 

With a laugh, she posted it then quietly filled a bowl with cold water, walking to the shower her was in and pouring it on him from the top before going back to doing her eye makeup, laughing. She loved him. Everyone knew she loved him. But there was nothing wrong with a prank or two, right? What fun is a relationship without jokes? While she did her makeup, she started talking to him again. “You know, cold water help calm your little erection I saw you had. You’re welcome. And why don’t you sing something…Nicer? Like…” Priss thought for a second then started singing. “The story of my life, I give her hope I spend her love until she’s broke inside-“ she sang with a grin, knowing he wasn’t into boy bands at all. “Oh, it still baffles me as to why you aren’t in One Direction. I mean, you’ve got the hair,” she joked again, finishing up her makeup before curling her hair. 

She was a tease. She knew she was a tease. Sometimes, she felt like she couldn’t help it. But while Zac was in the shower, Priss did something odd…She ironed his suit. Now, it wasn’t that she was bad at it, she just always let the help do that. But this was her boyfriend. She loved this guy. And since she loved him to the moon and back, she would fold his clothes, iron his suits…Hell, she’d even make him a sandwich…Maybe. After she ironed his suit, she set it back down on the bed and looked it over. And even if she tried, she wouldn’t be able to point out a flaw in that outfit. He had pretty great taste. 

After putting on her outfit, she went back to the bathroom and put her earrings on followed by her ring which she absentmindedly slid on her ring finger. From there, she looked in the mirror. A few seconds after, she noticed him looking at her with that adorable smile on his face. Turning to face him, she smiled. “Those are lovely boxers you’ve got on. I think you should just wear that to the event.”

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He could feel her eyes on his body as he showered, and the expression on her face was possibly more of a turn on than it should have been. But he tried to push those thoughts out of his head, without much success, so he could at least finish cleaning himself up without ending up with a hard on. She started recording him singing and inside his head he could see all the fangirls going crazy with those seconds of footage. A slight chuckle came out of his mouth as he shook his head. Those girls were insane.

Then his laughter came to a stop as soon as cold water washed all over his head and body. "OHHHHHH SHIT, FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK." he screamed, squirming around as he re-adjusted to the hot water of the shower. "I hate you." It was a lie. He loved her. She knew it. He knew it. And that's all that mattered. 

"Oh please, you know I'm not a part of that boyband thing because I'm way hotter than all 5 of them." he said, turning off the water and stepped out of the shower. 

He felt uncovered once Priscilla discovered he was staring at her as she adjusted the pale dress to her flawless skin. But then again, if he really thought about it, he always felt that way with her. She was and had always been really good at reading him like an open book. He kept things to himself a lot, even if everyone thought he was really extroverted and even if every detail of everything he did was always on the cover of some magazine. But when it came to Zac Bilson, the actual person, he was actually quite the reserved man. And nobody really knew him.

Not even Priscilla, at times. The thing with him was that no one could ever actually expect something from Zac, because he was simply unpredictable, and even unstable at times. You could never see things coming when it came to him. But still, Priscilla was the closest thing he'd ever had to someone actually knowing him. 

He guessed it was because, for some strange reason, she cared. She cared about someone like him, with all the huge imperfections and demons he carried around. She cared enough to get close to him. And not just physically, but really, actually close to him.

Zac took a look around and found his clothes perfectly ironed and folded. A smile took over his face and he walked over to his girlfriend, wrapping his strong arms around her slim waist. "Thank you, babe. You didn't have to." he whispered, his words muffled by her hair right before he planted a kiss to the top of her head, looking down at her lovingly.

Only minutes after, he was all dressed up, standing in front of the mirror, blow-drying his hair so they could go faster, since they were already running late. 

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A Cause | Zacsilla

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With a sigh, she looked over at him. “I’m not lying…But if you laid with me, that’d make me feel better by itself…I missed you…” she said, yawning after. Priscilla was exhausted to say the least. But everything hurt in her body and she couldn’t bring herself to go to bed. Priss kept thinking that the guards would bust into the room and kill them both or that they wanted to hurt her some more. But Zac was there. He said he wouldn’t let anything hurt her anymore…And she believed him. 

Despite what had happened between them, she believed him. She trusted him…Mainly because she knew that their fallout was her fault. Zac did nothing. He just loved her…And she ruined that. But they were together again. And this time, she swore that she wouldn’t screw it up. The hard part about this was, how were they going to be together? They couldn’t. He was a guard, constantly being watched, and the Administration knew Priscilla. They’d have to live a secret. 

When he said that there would be no more needles, she visibly relaxed and tried to get comfortable on the couch once more. But then he talked about Cyrus. How he looked at her? Priscilla thought of Cyrus as another brother…Or sister…Yeah, they flirted a lot, but it was all a joke. “How he looks at me? Zac, there has never been anything between Cyrus and I. Well, he was the one who saved me from the storm that brought me here, but he was originally going to kill me. How am I supposed to love a guy who was going to leave me to die in the middle of a desert? …And besides…I love you. I loved you even when we were in that fight. I couldn’t never sleep or be with anyone else besides you. I’d hate myself…” 

The second she felt his lips on hers, Priss kissed back. Weakly, but it was still a loving kiss. When he pulled away, she looked up at him with a small smile. Yeah, she was sure she loved him. She was positive. He was truly the right person for her. Nothing could convince her otherwise. He saved her life, she still loved her…They even were going to be a family… “I love you too, Zac,” Priscilla said in response to him. 

"Right…Sleep…If you want to switch spots, I’d be more than happy t-to, love…" she said as a slight shiver ran down her spine. For a small girl like Priscilla, it wasn’t difficult for her to get cold. It happened a lot actually. When she was in London, her wardrobe consisted of many jackets. She could never get used to it. "Goodnight, Zac…" Priss said back, rubbing her thumb over his hand while she held it. 

And then she tried to sleep. Priscilla shut her eyes, trying to relax and pass out, but it was impossible. She kept fearing that someone was going to walk through that door. But she kept a hold of Zac’s hand, letting out a sigh before starting to shiver once more although she tried not to.

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"I missed you too, but we have time." he said, looking into her eyes, showing her just how much he meant each and every one of the words he let slip out of his mouth. He didn't care about being weak. Or well, he did, but he looked past that. Priss was able to make him look past that and realize that there were far more important things than his stupid pride. And he was right, they had time, because he was going to make sure, for the rest of his life, that nothing would tear him and Priscilla apart ever again. 

When she talked about how she could never sleep with someone that wasn't him, a shot of guilt ran through his mind, but he tried to shrug it off, and with success, he did it. It still amazed him sometimes, even if thanks to Priscilla he had became a much better person than he was before, how lying was still part of his nature, and he wondered if that would ever change. Would it ever become difficult for him to lie? His guess was not. Anyway, he had tried, since he had been locked in that room with Priss, to not think about the fact that he had slept with other people. 

Even if they weren't together and sleeping with Tanya didn't make him a cheater. It was still wrong. Because sleeping with someone that wasn't Priss would always feel wrong. "I'm glad you love me, that's all I want. And for you to be happy."

Zac heard her stop talking as she shivered, and he thought for a minute about returning her the jacket, but he knew that was going to upset her, so he waited for her until she was fast asleep, and he pulled the jacket over her tiny body, feeling her relax into the warmth. 

And only just then, when he knew she was safe and alright, he was able to fall asleep himself. 

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"I love you too, baby otter." He said, a raspy laugh coming out of his mouth as he closed his eyes and motioned for Priss to continue with what she was doing to him, loving the feeling of her expert hands on him.

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He knew she was covering herself from him, he had noticed it before and he had decided to not push the subject. But it did bother him. She always had this crazy idea that she had to be flawless in her physical appearance in order for him to want her, as if she didn't know his love for her was so beyond that. A few scars didn't make her any less beautiful, any less smart, any less incredible, any less strong in his eyes. She had nothing to hide. So with one hand on her waist, he positioned her so she was sat between his open legs, her abdomen on full display, and his eyes travelled down her whole body, until a small wave of pleasure hit him when her hand held him. "You're beautiful." he whispered, his head rolling back as he enjoyed the moment.

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Laughter escaped his lips as he brought her closer to him, still holding her bum, showing her just how excited he was. "Babe, I might be tired, but do you really think I want you to stop now? It's far too late, I'm a goner." he said, kissing her hard on the mouth. "I'm always a goner when it comes to you." Zac whispered in between kisses.

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Something that would make you really happy...

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Really liking the sound of this...

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I’ve been meaning to give you something…

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Really? What kind of a something?

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Mmm, smooth, babe.I worked hard on that mac and cheese…

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It's what I'm good at, being smooth.

Don't worry, I'll make it up to you in a second.

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I-I tried to cook today, the microwave mac and cheese might be burning…

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Don't care. There's only one thing I want to eat right now, Miss.

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Yeah? Want to share?…Right after this. 

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Sure, I love sharing. Well, can't say this looks bad, at all.

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Hey there, handsome. I missed you. 

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Missed you too. It's been a hard day at work.

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C’mere-

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Oh, wow. Now that's what I like to come home to.

Hey there, gorgeous.