“The Railspur has gotten a facelift in recent years. Still not the place for fancy-girl wine though.” She hums thoughtfully. “Good point. I’ll go for the warm milk next time.” “You just gonna make fun of me for the next two months?” I pour a glass of water and then march back over to the table, not missing the way her eyes trail over my body. I’m only wearing boxers, not really accustomed to having to cover up for a woman in the house. Her lips press into a thin line as I take a seat, deciding not to be a total dick and storm out of here. Her company isn’t the worst. She could be Laura pawing
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