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In all honesty, that sounded like a pretty good night. "What kind of cookies?" he asked, as if that were the most important question that would affect his decision to stay with her or not. He had already made the decision to sit with her and keep her company. But the inquiry still stood.

sad you're not seeing what you're missing

. . . 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 .

He looked over his shoulder at her, brows furrowed. He supposed he could understand that, and yet, he didn't. "If you'd stayed, we wouldn't need a second chance," he muttered under his breath. But he really didn't want to fight. Didn't want to resort back to their old patterns. He turned in his computer chair, facing her properly now instead of staring at the screen.

fingers moved to push her hair behind her ear. "so..." bennett bit down on her bottom lip, hands resting on her lap as she offered a slight shrug.

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His brow rose with amusement at her admission. The pretty little thing was a natural liar, especially if she could trick him into believing it. “Clever, little vixen.” Though he didn’t like it as much as he was making it seem. Her being able to lie so easily made it harder to trust her, but the worst part about it was that with each time she impressed him, he seemed to fall that much harder for her. And he didn’t like that one bit. Emotions made it easier to get caught.

a grin formed on her lips as she watched his expression change. "i also have to admit that i'm attracted to you. and i think we should do something about that. i'm very good at reading people and you feel the same way, don't you?" it was her turn to arch an eyebrow. maybe she had a death wish ... or something, because instead of waiting for an answer, bennett had walked over to the man and pressed her lips against his.

Stu scoffed, but there was some hesitation lingering on his face. It was one thing to flirt with her, but to have to deal with her husband - he didn't know if he could handle that. But it didn't stop his mouth and brain from disconnecting once more. "Like it's hard to be a serial killer, and married to a lawyer," he said, trying to seem aloof. While the interaction had started as simple flirting, now he was just trying to feel like he was better than a man he'd never met. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be alone like this during the holiday."