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he laughed and was leaning against the truck now, hand on the top as he looked at her, head tilted. โ€œsweetheart, youโ€™re cominโ€™ with me to the store to get baking mixes to make my ( daughter ) cupcakes. itโ€™s already a repeat.โ€ and with that thereโ€™s a wink, as he shut the door.
she knocks his arm with her elbow , โ€œknock it off , itโ€™s not going to be a repeat of the umbrella situation .โ€ she chuckles , โ€œsuch a gentleman,โ€ she hums , sarcastic edge to her tone , only teasing , as she slides into the seat .
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rounding the front of the truck to get in himself and start the vehicle. โ€œsorry โ€˜bout the mess, delia.. sort of uses the backseat as a giant purse.โ€
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โ€œand i meant it.โ€ he mumbled under his breath before clearing his throat. chuckling as he moved his head in the direction of the black chevy silverado blackhawk, โ€œi shouldโ€™ve made you guess.โ€ He was then unlocking it, and moving to open the passenger door for her.
โ€œyou flatter me ,โ€ she drawls sarcastically, heading out into the parking lot ; looking around for the truck . โ€œso , which one is yours ?โ€
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โ€œhoney, the only thing with sugar between us is you.โ€ he was smirking at her as she looked back and he was shaking his head, getting through the door and heading towards his truck.
โ€œyou could at least sugarcoat it !โ€ she protests , head turning to look back at him , hands falling into the pockets of her jacket , as she pushes through the door with her elbow , foot holding it open for him .
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๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐’๐€๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‘ .แŸ retweeted
if one of us dies๏ผŒ i hope i die first.
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brow rose and he watched her pack the bag. he stood, stretching as his his hand entered a pocket of his flight suit to pull truck keys out. โ€œnope. sorry, sweetheart.โ€ he chuckled and followed after her.
notebook is shoved into her โ€˜hard deckโ€™ tote bag , hands moving to sit in her pockets , โ€œi see you still donโ€™t trust me to drive .โ€ she rolls her eyes , before throwing him a sweet smile . โ€œbut fine .โ€ she shrugs , moving out of the door .
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@ ๐ฃ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ง posted a story .แŸ
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he stood, arms crossing as he watched her gather her things, a brow raised. โ€œuh yeah. and i can drive, for multiple reasons.โ€
โ€œyeah , let me just grab my jacket .โ€ notebook is shut closed , pen looped through the spirals carefully , as she throws on a decorated aviator jacket , her motherโ€™s , of course . โ€œso , to the store , iโ€™m guessing ? are you driving , or am i driving ?โ€ sheโ€™s still babbling .
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i think he's very lonely. lonelier than he lets on. maybe lonelier than he even realizes.
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he was fighting the smile from his face, her reaction was adorable. but then he cleared his throat, โ€œunder strict orders for: chocolate, vanilla and one, which means an entire batch that doesnโ€™t leave the house, of strawberry.โ€
โ€œoh ,โ€ leaning back against the chair , allowing shock to process for a mere moment , โ€œyeah . i can help , i think my mom had a decent family recipe , or we could go to the store , and grab some box mix .โ€ sheโ€™s trying not to babble , clearly failing .
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โ€œmy daughterโ€™s class needs cupcakes for a party..โ€ he was stiff now, dropping that information on her wasnโ€™t the greatest.
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he sighed, leaning forward to the girl. โ€œcan you keep a secret?โ€
โ€œtell me why ,โ€ sheโ€™s leaning on the table , a look of challenge now appearing , โ€œi donโ€™t believe you .โ€
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โ€œyes, quite well actually.โ€ he was glancing to her now, smirking still.
โ€œi think the real question is ; can you bake ?โ€ grin has finally appeared , deadpan look evident on features .
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he smiled softly for a split second and then the smirk returned. โ€œi need help baking some cupcakes for .. something.โ€
sigh is exhaled , snarky comment sitting on her tongue , biting it back , she shrugs . โ€œcan i ask why ?โ€
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arms crossed and he was smirking some. โ€œlike baking cakes?โ€
brows furrow as she looks up , โ€œin what context ?โ€ pen is placed down , head tilting to the side .
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he stretched forward and fingers tapped his knees. โ€œdepends, how good are you at baking?โ€
โ€œcan i help you , lieutenant?โ€ eyes are remaining to look down at her notebook , focused . biting a smile back .
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if you were to come looking for me๏ผŒi need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you๏ผŒno matter how hopeless the wait may be.
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