at the end of the day, we are this: you do not know how to live without me; i do not know how to find myself without you; we do not know how to exist in this world alone.
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one bottle is hardly anything, chérie.
( she stands, making way to grab another glass for her guest.
pouring her her own glass, she then hands it to her. )
it’s hardly strong.
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or perhaps you are simply .. easily swayed.
( she hums, satisfied, and leans into him. her fingers tangle gently in his hair to return the favor, with interest of course. )
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hmm , i think i may be able to spare a few extra . you're very convincing after all . . .
( a much more apparent smirk on his own features , meeting her halfway to press tender and loving kisses to those luscious lips . )