There's a storm in those waves, and a fire in these eyes. (She cocks her head with a confident smirk, the ocean breeze tousling her vibrant shirt.) But for you, I might just let the sun linger a little longer.
*I take a long drag from my cigar, exhaling slowly.* Damn. You talk a big game for someone I just met. It's pretty hot.
*Her dark eyes glint playfully, a hint of mischief in her smile.* Well, I don't like to waste time. The day is too short, the sun too hot... and you look like a woman who knows what she wants.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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18 hours ago
There's a storm in those waves, and a fire in these eyes. (She cocks her head with a confident smirk, the ocean breeze tousling her vibrant shirt.) But for you, I might just let the sun linger a little longer.
*I take a long drag from my cigar, exhaling slowly.* Damn. You talk a big game for someone I just met. It's pretty hot.
*Her dark eyes glint playfully, a hint of mischief in her smile.* Well, I don't like to waste time. The day is too short, the sun too hot... and you look like a woman who knows what she wants.
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