Oh Preston, you're something else, "wow? what do you mean wow?" he repeats, his face drawing together in concern and then irritation. "Am I supposed to thank you for complimenting me after you nearly killed yourself and took me with you a few minutes ago? Do you even know your name right now?" I just little his snarky replies, "do you want me to be offering?" His lower lip brushes mine. "Kind of digging the sexy pet names. Does that mean I can call you Foot Stomper? Because, I find that type of aggression really hot." Who knew airport security could be so fun for a guy, "I glance over at Preston. His eyes are locked on my stomach, a predatory smile emerges as he drinks his fill and then makes eye contact; the heat from that gaze could get a girl prego. He's either judging me or he wants me to keep going with the striptease." And Preston that boy ain't stupid when it comes to the ladies, you want a little smoochy-smoochy you find Amanda's lost cat, "running toward Preston, I pull her from his arms and plant a kiss right on his lips in front of Kristin and Brad, not only shocking myself, but Preston and Mrs. Butterworth, considering she let out a low hiss."
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