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her boyfriend is a romantic, so for him, she wanted to be one. she carefully settled a polaroid with pictures of them, and music, for a romantic night. as a gift, she also bought concert tickets for his favorite artist.
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the fabric of her dress while he watches her .
“ it's funny how quickly you go from being mean to being sweet . ” he chuckles & leans in close enough to press his lips to the corner of her mouth . “ i love you . ”
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⠀ “ i know . and sometimes i like 𝑛𝑜𝑡 being a gentleman too , especially when i see how it works on you . ” he smirks & takes a seat next to her , his fingers are absently playing with +
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she knew better than to protest & say the guy had been collateral damage. “ you know i like it when you’re not a gentleman. ” she smirked, taking her seat in the cab.
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it isn’t like he can change that . not when it comes to her .
“ but i warn you that i usually can't act like a gentleman after drinks . ” he says with a knowing smile as they both head towards the cab that is waiting for them .
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⠀ “ he deserved what he got . ” he shrugs indifferently , not regretting breaking the man's nose . he can still feel that jealousy boiling inside him when he saw them back then . maybe he shouldn't be so possessive , but +
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“ i remember him. poor guy, he didn’t understand what was happening to him. ” even if using someone wasn’t fair, it was also what brought them back together, so she couldn’t regret it.
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he shrugs , his fingers intertwining with hers as he makes her follow him . “ come on , i already want to show everyone at the club that you’re mine . ”
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⠀ the corner of his mouth twitches upward , silently enjoying what she said , his insides twisting as always . “ i hope so, otherwise i’d be 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 jealous . someone would end up like that lifeguard you once kissed . ” +
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⠀ “ you can always find yourself a new flynn at the club , a taller one . ” he mutters with his arms crossed , clearly offended .
“ i’m sure it wouldn’t be hard at all . ”
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“ qué? ” she shrugged, amused, twisting the end of her braid with her fingers, “ it’s not my fault you could have fit in a pascal’s costume. ” this time she grinned, eyes focused on him.
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before he can do so , however , her next words bring a pout to his face .
“ hey. . . that's mean . my own girlfriend stabbing me in the back — i'll keep that in mind . ”
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⠀ “ well. . . in that case , a frying pan would be useful . i wouldn't mind seeing you fighting them . ” he grins , his cheeks flushing just a bit at her words . he leans in to steal another kiss . +
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“ mmh, maybe it’s other girls i’ll have to keep away from you. you look hot like this. ” she whispered against his lips, hand framing his face. “ you actually kind of look like flynn rider. ”
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