[ After another sip, the glass rests on the ground so she can hold her hand out one more time, nudging him close by the nape, an invitation to rest his cheek on her shoulder. Scratching his head softly, she proceeds to be a gentle asshole. ]
That isn't what I was looking for, love. I want to know what he's like.
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That isn't what I was looking for, love. I want to know what he's like.