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â - // she tightened her jaw, yet with no malicious intent. just annoyance, a feeling that his cockiness often invoked. âdonât get used to it.â still with a teasing smile she answered. âif we make this a regular thing then we might as well get wasted.â
âI would never.â Ransome quipped. âBut hey -- now you canât say I never gave you anything. Free Whiskey even if itâs just an after taste.â He grinned again. But without a second thought, this time around he initiated another kiss, pressing his lips fully onto hers. A hand cupping her cheek but just as quickly once more, he teased and pulled back. âNow, weâre even since you think you had to do all the work.â














