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lilymoore wrote:He sat at the opposite end of the couch, [s]inhaling on[/s]"smoking" would seem more appropriate his cigarette and playing with my cell phone.
I watched him coyly, silently, nearly predatorily. That sounds awkward. Don't know how to fix it, though
Very abruptly, he looked over at me and stuck out his tongue with a big smile plastered across his chubby face. Max. My sweet little Max. Though I was only a year older then him, I felt like such a child and mother to[s]o[/s] him in an uncontrollable pattern.
I mimicked his smile but I couldn’t made "make," perhaps? myself fall into him the way I almost instinctively knew he wanted me too.
“If I wanted to win you, how would I do it?”
“Depends on whether or you want me to win you.” Max grinned at the cheekiness of his response.
My heart shuddered and I could feel my leg twitching uncontrollably out of nervous habit. “You’ve already won me. Why would you want to give me up?”
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