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Post by Ryan Evans on Nov 4, 2007 10:10:16 GMT -5
Ryan took the last few steps to her, his shoes pressed against hers so that they now stood toe-to-toe, as he made an effort to lock her to the mirror, not leaving him unless it was by his accord. He placed one of his hands on the mirror behind her head as a bracer when he leaned in. "I am a gentleman, and very gentlemanly at that." He said with a genuine smile. "But," He started with a glint and smirking occupying his face. "I think I can persuade you that not all nice guys finish last." He added playfully
He reached his hands behind her neck and let them rest there, running his thumbs slowly up and down the soft skin of her neck, brushing her ears lightly with each slight trace. He smiled deeply at her, the corners of his mouth turned lightly in delight. "So how about you show me that song." He suggested as he leaned in closer to her ear, breathing softly against her face.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Nov 4, 2007 11:08:29 GMT -5
Sharpay had to gulp down a huge lump that formed in her throat when he locked her in place, but when he reached his hands behind her neck, she had almost lost her grip on the notepad. Her knees started to buckle as she felt his breath on her face. He really knows her weakness, and she almost cursed at that thought.
She fought for her eyes to stay open, but she was slowly losing that control over herself. Ryan has a power over her, and he knew it. She groaned lightly as she felt her grip on her precious notepad starting to loosen up with every touch, and she couldn't do anything about it.
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