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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏
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"𝘚𝘖 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘈𝘙𝘌 . . . things?"
"Gosh, you sound like my mom." Graylin teased as she smiled over at Rafe from across the table they were seated at. The boy bit his lip as he leaned back in his seat.
"I have a confession to make." He suddenly announced. "This is the first time I've taken a girl out on a dinner date. I have no idea what the fuck people talk about on these things." The nervous chuckle that left him made Graylin's lips pull into a bigger grin.
"You're Rafe Cameron. Don't tell me sitting across from me at a fancy restaurant is making you nervous when you've had your dick in me." A smirk crept onto his lips in response to her dirty words.
"If I remember correctly, there was more screaming involved in that situation than there was talking."
"Okay, so your chat isn't the greatest when it comes to dates," Graylin decided to intercept before their conversation became too vulgar. "But on the bright side, you brought me to a spot that stole my breath away." She turned to admire the sinking sun that was visible to her from the outdoor patio table they were seated at.
