He flicked the lamp on, and watched you freeze up, and stop right in front of him, about 10 feet away. He smirked, looking you up and down. Well, look at you. Even cuter than the pictures your father sent me. He took a sip of his whiskey. His legs were spread wide, and his other arm was over the back of the couch. He seemed relaxed. His dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned, revealing a few tattoos, and his bare chest.
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