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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 12, 2008 19:57:16 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] It was easy to tell that the last few days of warm sunshine were coming to an end. The black-tipped tail of a slender white cat flicked in contentment, taking its last chance to bask in the sunlight and grass before the ground was covered in bright, cold, fluffy white snow. He would easily blend in with the snow if it weren't for the patches of black around his paws, ears, and tail, and his owner was fairly happy for that difference. If she were to loose her poor little kitty in the snow, she would be devastated.
Stroking the soft fur of the cat, smiling down at him fondly as he began to purr, Sofia leaned back to lay on the ground next to him. She, as well, was using this last chance to lay in the sun. People would think it was summer by looking at Sofia now. She had on a large pair of sunglasses to block out the bright rays, and her outfit was, as always, fairly revealing. She couldn't help herself, and she knew how outrageously stupid some people would think she was. However, she did not care. She liked the way the boys turned their heads when they say the long, tan legs that were attached to her body, and the way her shirt's neck was cut low to reveal cleavage. It was the natural Sofia look; She just couldn't help herself when it came to skin.
Even now, when she felt the slight amount of goosebumps rise up and down her uncovered skin, she didn't regret her outfit. She could easily go back inside and curl up in the Slytherin common room next to the fire. But what was the point in that when she would be doing so all winter? It was Mayhew's, and Sofia's, last chance to soak up some sun before he would have to patrol hallways for mice and rats, and she would have to bring out the winter clothing. Sofia wasn't looking forward to this. Yes, she could find a way to still be revealing, but it was much easier to do in the summer, if anything.
"Ah, my little prince," Sofia sighed, giving the cat another adoring scratch behind the ears, "It looks as if our warm weather is going away. Before long, it'll be snowing... We'll be confined to the castle."
As if he understood her (and he very well may have), Mayhew let out a soft hiss, crawling on his belly closer to Sofia. She laughed adoringly at the cat, letting him crawl into her lap and onto her chest as she lay back in the grass. He closed his eyes and rested his head on his paws as she ran her hand down his spine over and over again.
"You never cease to amuse me, love," Sofia murmured, closing her own eyes with a smile still plastered onto her face. It was one of the few times when Sofia's smile wasn't there on account of malice.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 12, 2008 21:42:19 GMT -5
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"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
Yip.Yip. Snarl. Gruff. The sounds emitting from Prof were ones Wes hadn't heard in a while. He was surprised actually by his little Scottie dog's behaivor. Amazed would be a better word. His old dog never barked out of turn and usually only barked at Wes. So, as they were taking a leisurely walk outside of the castle. A health hazard for Wes, but Prof didn't like to stay inside all day and Wes owed it to him.
Wes, clad in an all white sweat suit with the hood up, aviators, Air Jordans, and sunscreen blended in to his white face, let his head jerk and follow his black ball of hair as it ran all the way across the lawn barking and snarling like a mad dog.
"What's wrong with him?" Wes asked himself, confused. He jogged after his dog, looking around him to make sure no one saw. When he looked ahead and his eyes took in the cat resting on a girl he stopped in panic. "Oh shit! PROF! STOP!"
But, he was too late. His dog was out of earshot and was after that cat. He took off at a fast pace after him, but he knew he couldn't stop that stupid dog.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 12, 2008 21:55:04 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] Mayhew was purring happily on top of Sofia's chest. Her smile remained, and she brought her neck up to place a loving kiss on top of his soft white head. Mayhew looked at her through slitted eyes, his tail flipping happily, and then it stopped. His eyes widened greatly, showing great vivid green orbs. His purring ceased, and he began to rise from Sofia's chest.
"Mayhew?" Sofia asked the cat, sitting up on her elbows. "What's wrong, kitten?"
As Sofia said this, Mayhew's mouth opened to reveal sharp white teeth, and he let out a vicious hiss before leaping off of Sofia and bounding off toward the nearest tree. She knew instantly what had caused the cat to run off as she heard the earsplitting yipping of a small Scottie dog running after her cute little prince. Sofia ran after the dog, her eyes narrowed and livid. She wasn't happy when people, including dogs went after her little prince. And, if the Scottie had been any other type of dog, Sofia may not have ran after it. In fact, she would have been running from it. But it wasn't a big dog, and therefore Sofia's fears were obsolete. The worst this dog could do was bite her ankles and yip at her.
"HEY! You little beast, leave my boy alone!" Sofia yelled, stopping inches from the tree her cat had ran up. She looked up to see Mayhew hissing on a branch, his fur standing on end. It didn't look as if he would be coming down anytime soon with the little dog barking up at him. "Shoo! SHOO! Leave him alone!" Sofia flapped her hands at the dog, trying, unsuccessfully, to shoo him away. She had never owned a dog, and therefore never gained the authoritative voice to use on a dog. She glared down at it, her smile no longer a smile but a frown.
"I said, leave him alone!"
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 12, 2008 22:29:19 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"Prof!Stop it now!" again Wes's booming, baritone voice echoed off the trees and the castle freezing Prof's snarls in the process. It wasn't very often that Wes had to scold Prof. Had he ever scolded Prof? Ever?
Prof, in return, turned towards his owner and gruffed out his complaint. He had never been scolded by Wes and therefore wasn't afraid of him. He was the one doing all the scolding. Right now, he seemed to be asking why Wes was spoiling an old man's pleasures. Prof was an enjoyer of the simple pleasures in life, like chasing cat's up trees.
Wes had him up scooped up risking the sunlight and hissing as it burnt his hand. Prof snarled and knawed on his sleeve, demanding a look at his hand. Wes sighed, tucking the small dog under one arm and shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I'm so sorry," Wes began. "Is your cat okay?I'm so sorry! The Professor got a lot carried away there! I'm so sorry! I mean if I would have known I wouldn't have brought him out here! Please, don't tell the headmistress. I'll do anything you say! I'm so sorry!"
Yeah, Wes was wigging, but his dog was his best friend, miracously. He couldn't have anyone running off and telling on Prof, though he suspected she knew already.
He looked Soph up and down, liking what he saw. "C'mon, canary, please don't sing Prof's death song."
That was corny, but he didn't care. He was hoping that it would work.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 12, 2008 22:53:54 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] Sofia had been ready to turn around and yell at the owner of the ruddy beast. But when she saw who it was, and more plainly realized why she liked the sound of the voice so much, her anger quickly subsided. Unlike Mayhew, who was still hissing angrily, she was holding back a smirk as Wes began to apologize frantically. It was rather amusing to watch him go about it, and she couldn't begin to count how many times he had said 'sorry' in one sentence.
However, for the current situation's sake, Sofia quickly put another angry face on. She would enjoy very much so teasing Wes. In fact, teasing was one of Sofia's favorite things to do, be it the good or bad kind of teasing. This was the good, of course. She couldn't help but feel the heat burn in her when she looked him up and down, and she was finding it incredibly hard to ignore the feeling of a smile bursting out on the surface. She had gotten ready to snap a witty reply when he opened his mouth again.
"C'mon, canary, please don't sing Prof's death song."
And he had her at 'canary'. Sofia's mouth twisted from an angry set line to a huge grin, the giggles escaping without a thing she could do about them. She quickly put her hand to her mouth, and ignored the put off meow Mayhew threw at her before jumping out of the tree and trotting off toward the lawns. She knew very well that he was angry with her, but he'd forgive her later after a good meal and some quite time in the common room.
"Do you call everyone canary?" Sofia smirked, her giggles subsiding a little bit. "Or am I just lucky enough to get the pleasure of hearing such an... interesting name?"
It hadn't been hard for Sofia to notice an odd slang Wes tended to use. Between calling her 'kitten' and 'canary', it was easy to see. However, the slang worked for him. It had Sofia grinning and giggling, and that clearly meant something.
"And, as for the dog," Sofia said, looking at the little black animal underneath his arm. "He's safe so long as he belongs to you."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 13, 2008 0:06:15 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"Do you call everyone canary, or am I just lucky enough to get the pleasure of hearing such an... interesting name?"
"Oh, sorry!" Wes said again, bringing a hand up to smack his forehead before stuffing it back into his pocket with a wince. "I didn't mean to! It just slipped!It's not a bad thing! I just-"
He'd been trying to work on updating his lingo, but it was impossible. He was too wrapped up in his own time. He looked around nervously and then up at the cat who seemed to be hissing at Prof.
Speaking of the dog, it grumbled and wriggled free of Wes's arm, giving a disgruntled gruff at Sofia before turning his back on the two and plopping into a sitting position, obviously unhappy.
"He's been cooped up all day," Wes said, looking down at his dog. "I'm sure he's over it by now. Isn't that right, Prof?"
"He's safe so long as he belongs to you."
"See, Prof, you need me," Wes smiled, tapping the dog with his toe. "Don't act like you don't, big guy."
Prof snarled at him and laid down with a angry and sad look in his eyes, clawing at the dirt with impatience now. His day was spoiled and now he wanted to go in.
Wes gave him another tap, face amused, and turned back to Sophia. "So, now that I've dug myself into a grand hole...are you enjoying this beautiful day we're having?"
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 13, 2008 9:29:54 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] Sofia was, to say the least, highly amused with Wes. He seemed so befuddled when talking to her, especially when she brought up the 'canary' bit. It hadn't bothered her at all; no, it had merely been rather... adorable, if that's what you could call it. Wes was amusing to Sofia, and she was finding herself enjoying his company, even if he did happen to be a Hufflepuff. Of course, she could make exceptions for a few people, and Wes surely would be one of them.
"I just merely thought the name was interesting," Sofia smirked. "No offense has been taken."
She continued to smile at him, and then look down at the dog he was talking to. If it had been any other type of dog, she would have ran for the hills. And if it had been anyone else, she would have scolded them so much, they would have come back to the castle with a look of complete and utter shock written on their faces. Yet again, she was reminded, that this was Wesley Borgin, a damn handsome man, and she couldn't scold him for his silly dog. It was only a little Scottie, anyway, and he was sort of cute. He seemed to have a temper quite like Mayhew. Thinking of the cat, she had to laugh aloud.
"Mayhew's not going to be too happy with me," Sofia grinned at Wes. "Especially since I stayed here with you and your little friend rather than going to find him. However, I think he'll find it in his heart to forgive me."
And he would undoubtedly forgive her. Sofia was all Mayhew had, and, despite the times when he became cross with her, he always forgave her in the end. She knew that he loved her just as much as she loved him. No dog would ever change that.
"So, now that I've dug myself into a grand hole...are you enjoying this beautiful day we're having?"
"Are you trying to sweet talk your way out of a scolding, Mr. Borgin?" Sofia arched an eyebrow playfully. "It's not nice to try and pull a fast one on someone, you know."
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 13, 2008 19:27:18 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"Are you trying to sweet talk your way out of a scolding, Mr. Borgin?It's not nice to try and pull a fast one on someone, you know."
"That depends," Wes said giving a smile. "Is it working?"
Now he was trying to sweet talk her. Ah, the things he did for his dog. Though, he didn't believe that his dog was in danger, he still liked flirting with Sofia. She was so far the nicest girl he knew here. Now that he wasn't being hypnotized by Kamilla's blood. Right now, Kamilla wasn't even on his mind at the moment.
Now that he could get close enough and that the room was warm enough, he got a good whiff of Sofia. She had a spicy smell he couldn't place. One that got under your skin and stayed there. One that kept you thinking about her. Though, he figured she could do that without having smelled her blood.
"Especially since I stayed here with you and your little friend rather than going to find him. However, I think he'll find it in his heart to forgive me."
"And that cat is insane if he doesn't forgive you, doll," he did it again, but this time he wasn't embarassed. She liked it and that was all that mattered. "Though I can't see why you like cats." |
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 13, 2008 20:46:16 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] "That depends... Is it working?"
"Maybe it is," Sofia said, grinning as she leaned herself against the tree behind her. "Or maybe it isn't," She added with a wicked grin.
Of course it was working. How could it not work? Not only was he good with his words, but the way he looked was enough to kill a girl on the inside. If Sofia wasn't as confident and bold as she was, she wouldn't be able to handle being around him without going weak kneed. But she had always been the confident flirty girl at the school; Boys never seemed to befuddle her. And Wes, though admittedly twice as gorgeous as most of the guys she had ever been with, was no exception to her. Yes, his handsomeness drew her in like something supernatural, but she was well aware of who she was when in his presence.
"And that cat is insane if he doesn't forgive you, doll. Though I can't see why you like cats."
"What makes you say that?" Sofia asked, more out of curiosity than anything. Hell, she rarely asked questions unless she wanted to know the answer, but this one really tugged at her. Did he see her as a dog person? That thought alone made Sofia's hair stand on end. Sure, little dogs like 'The Prof' didn't bother her... but anything bigger than that? Hell no.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 13, 2008 21:43:55 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"Maybe it is or maybe it isn't"
He smiled, taking a step forward leaning his hand on the tree next to her head. He leaned in almost too close for comfort, but close enough to where he could take in her pleasurable scent. He was gaining more confidence. Building up his pride again. After a while, he got more confident around girls. Once he moved past his awkward stage he thought himself a real player.
"Maybe it is?" he said, showing his pattented half smirk. He was wearing her down. He was sure of it. He was sure of himself a lot when it came to girls. He did have a lot of practice.
"What makes you say that?"
"Cats don't like me," Wes replied smoothly. It was true. Absolutely true. They avoided him like the plague hissing and yowling. "Plus they're so moody. But, I suppose I'll have to get used to 'em."
There was already a plan in his head that he was working on. He liked Sofia. Partly because nobody else seemed to like her and partly because he loves that spicy nature she seems to have and partly because she had such fine looks.
Yeah, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. And he didn't even care that a sliver of his leg he was using to tap Prof away was getting ready to peel off.
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 13, 2008 22:33:01 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] The close proximity between her and Wes could have bothered anyone. They had just meet, yet Sofia didn't care. She was one of those girls who would begin making out with a good looking guy at a party, even if she didn't know his name. Fortunately, she happened to know Wes's name all ready, which would save her some time. After all, there was something about him that told her his name was worth remembering. Some of those other boys were just blurs in her mind; The only ones that were worth remembering were the good ones.
"Cats don't like me. Plus they're so moody. But, I suppose I'll have to get used to 'em."
"Mayhew has a temper, yes," Sofia said thoughtfully, playing off that she hadn't noticed the closeness at all. "But he's my baby. And I can't go and say that I don't have a temper either."
Many people who got to know both Sofia and Mayhew knew damn well that the two had a temper to match. Mayhew was most likely Sofia's male equivalent in animal form. She had always taken a great fondness to the cat, and, unlike when most people got angry with her, she never found him irritating. She believed he had a right to be angry with her. He was, after all, her little Prince. Just as she expected to be loved and pampered by him, he expected the same from her, and she damn well knew she had to return it all.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 13, 2008 22:56:05 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"But he's my baby. And I can't go and say that I don't have a temper either."
"C'mon, you? You couldn't possible have a temper," he said, drawing just a tad closer. He would only let himself be this close to someone once in a blue moon. Eventually he would have to back up, but he could feel the warmth that she had absorbed from the sun coursing through her. It was a very tempting feeling. But, he knew he wouldn't do anything. He wouldn't allow himself to. But, this was an almost uncontrolable feeling. His eyes even flashed. Though she wouldn't see that through the sunglasses.
"Meh, Prof and I are exact opposites," he sighed. That was true. Prof took care of him more than he took care of Prof. "But, enough about them. What about you? You gotta life outside of snappin' about pancakes and lying around like a cute little kitten" |
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 13, 2008 23:07:16 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] "C'mon, you? You couldn't possible have a temper."
"You haven't even seen a fourth of it," Sofia grinned. "I've been told I have a pretty nasty bark."
Yet again, this was true. Sofia's temper could flare just as easy as a blast-ended skrewt could blow. It all depending on what subject someone was on and how stupid they were to say something. Sofia was good with words, be it flirting or come backs. It was, indeed, one of her strong points in life. There was rarely ever a time where she would be dumbfounded.
"But, enough about them. What about you? You gotta life outside of snappin' about pancakes and lying around like a cute little kitten."
Thinking of the pancake incident made Sofia's mouth curl in a wicked grin once again. It was the first time Wes had ever met her, and she found it oddly interesting that he still wanted to be in the same area as Sofia, let alone this close to her. She grinned as she reached out and walked her fingers up his chest.
"Of course not. I only enjoy bickering about Kamilla Lestrange's eating habits and basking in the sun," she purred. "Actually, there's plenty of other things I'd rather do than talk about silly people or lay in the sun all by my lonesome."
There was quite a bit of undertone to that statement. Lonesome. Of course Sofia much preferred being with a good looking man rather than being all by herself. True, she had been with Mayhew, who seemed to have found the situation perfectly fine, but even Sofia knew she couldn't get the same kind of company out of the cat as she could with a man.
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Post by Wes Borgin on Dec 13, 2008 23:25:29 GMT -5
<--Wes Borgin-->
"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"
"I've been told I have a pretty nasty bark."
"Hopefully I won't be on the recieving in to that," he said. He couldn't possibly get any closer unless he decided to close the gap. He reached up carefully keeping to what little shade he had and pulled his sunglasses off. His eyes were flashing between that murky grey and blue, but he didn't care. He didn't want to look at her through the dimming effect of the sunglasses.
Actually, there's plenty of other things I'd rather do than talk about silly people or lay in the sun all by my lonesome."
"Really now?" he murmured, two hands on the tree trunk. "Like what? Like this"
With very slow and careful movements he closed the gap between them, making sure he didn't lose control in losing control. It would be hard. Her lips were soft and warm for the moment he kept his cold ones connected. Within that moment he caught her entire scent, committing it to memory. He highly doubted a girl this pretty would let him get this close again.
Their bodies were leaned close and he was surprised how warm she actually was. Her sunbathed tan body radiated heat. His cold body seemed to absorbed it like a sponge, sending a warm spell down his spine much like how mortals got cold chills. It nearly made him shiver and he craved it. Wanting more, but stopping himself. He couldn't go too far. That much he knew for sure.
He pulled away, with a smirk. "Like that?"
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Post by Sofia Flint on Dec 13, 2008 23:43:19 GMT -5
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i've been here so long, i think that it's time to move[/color] THE WINTER'S SO COLD, SUMMER'S OVER TOO SOONlet's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow[/color][/font] "Hopefully I won't be on the receiving in to that."
"It doesn't look like you will be, love," Sofia grinned.
And then he opened his mouth and spoke again. She was absolutely loving the way his voice sounded; It was deep and luscious to her, and she wanted to hear it more than a few times a day. Hell, she'd kill to be in her seventh year just to have a few classes with him. But then... he did something unexpected. He leaned in and kissed her. Being kissed wasn't something that usually surprised Sofia.
However, now was different. His body felt so cold next to hers, and when his lips met her own, she had to hold back a shake of chill. It wasn't a bad cold chill; No, it was merely one of the chemistry running through her. It was as if a spark had ignited within her, and now she was struggling to launch herself at him. She could tell he was being very reserved. His kiss wasn't deep and hungry, it was merely a kiss. Most kisses did something to her, but they were different. They were stronger. Little kisses didn't suffice. But this one... Well, this one had a whole different power behind it, and it did so many things to Sofia within a second.
The kiss seemed to last her a while, and then again, it seemed all too short. While it was happening, time seemed to stretch on, but as he leaned back, she felt herself yearning for more, and it was almost a little disappointing that the kiss was ending all too soon.
"Like that?"
"Along the lines of," Sofia said a little breathlessly. "Only, I have to say, it wasn't always as thrilling as that was."
She had to force the last confession out of her mouth. It wasn't that she couldn't have said it to anyone, but Wes just wasn't anyone. He was Wes, and he was having an odd pull over her that Sofia wasn't too sure she liked. She enjoyed her confidence, and if she had to force something out of herself, that meant she was going to have to keep herself in check. She was sure, however, that she wouldn't let this one small detail keep her away from Wes.
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