As his finger tilted her face up, another small blush painted her cheeks. Despite her racing heartbeat, she still refuses to back out
"Now you're just doing this on purpose to tease me"
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He didnβt move away, eyes cast down on her and bending down just a bit to get closer. His fingers moved to find the bottom of her chin, keeping her face tilted up toward him. βI dunnoβ¦can you?β
Tamara playfully rolles her eyes and decides to just lean closer to his face
"And who said that now? Think i can't handle it?"
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βI supposed not, though I would hate to scare you off so early.β Mischief twinkled in his eyes as he watched her, devious smirk ticking at the corner of his lips.
"Won't know if we never try, now do we?"
She couldn't help but smirk up at him
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Blue grey hues watched her for a moment, considering his options. So many delicious ones passed through his mind, but theyβve only gotten to start knowing each other again.
βWould you be able to handle them if I said? Thatβs the question.β