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Post by Ray on Aug 4, 2015 20:01:30 GMT -7
As soon as they reach the steps outside of her building, Teresa gives him an option; come inside or go home. He'd be stupid to settle for the latter, especially when it's her and she's looking at him like that. So he plucks the hat off of his hat and follows her up the stairs and for a quick fleeting moment wonders how Steve's night is going. She closes the door behind him as soon as he steps into the building, one that her father must own the entirety of thanks to booming business at the club, and her hands are against his chest to push him back against the door.
It's been a while since the girl has taken the initiative. Usually, he's the one pressing their slim little bodies up against walls or bedposts or trees in Central Park, all while they squeal and talk about how they don't usually do this. But Teresa is kissing him brashly, and Bucky has no qualms about that. Her lipstick tastes waxy and gets all over his mouth, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss her back. His hands find the curve of her hips and he drags his palms up her sides, feeling the smooth texture of her silvery dress. Lips locked, Bucky walks her slowly backwards away from the door, a hand blindly reaching out to place his hat somewhere. Anywhere. He drops it haphazardly on a nearby antique chest next to vase of flowers and his hand returns back to her small waist to pull her tight against him.
She's dangerous, alright, he thinks to himself. But his whole life all he's ever wanted was a little danger.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 4, 2015 20:18:14 GMT -7
It was distractions like this that she liked and it was one of the many reasons why she actually enjoyed doing this so much. Tessa usually chose the ones that she knew her father would disapprove of. So of course she definitely had to pick him tonight, even if she had only been out for a drink with Lu-Ann. She really did need to check up on her in the morning to see just how she was. The poor girl. In honesty she hadn't meant to leave her behind at the bar but she had been asked to take a drink to her father and that was it after that, she had come across him.
Tessa felt his palms moving up her sides and was actually thankful that she wasn't ticklish there because this would just be one of the worst experiences ever. There wasn't room for her to be laughing right now. He walked her back away from the door and she's aware of him putting his hat down on the chest before his hand goes to the small of her waist and she is being pulled tightly against him. She then starts to take her heels off and leave them at the bottom of the stairs before she too put her purse down on the chest before she moved up the bottom step. The house was so quiet and she found herself glad that her brother hadn't come in because this would be the worst time to walk in and not only that she didn't want to have to tell this guy to go home. No, she definitely wanted to do this.
She then pulled away from the kiss before she took his hand and moved up the stairs with him. The other hand was making sure that her dress was up far enough so that she wouldn't trip on the hem. When they got to her room, Tessa pushed open the door before putting her lips back against his and pulling him into her room. She had never been embarrassed about her room, it was simple enough without it being too boring. Not that anyone ever looked around the room, other than Lu-Ann but Tessa wasn't ever trying to get her into bed, they weren't in it long enough to take note of what it looked like and she doubted if he would be in there that long either.
And he definitely wasn't going to get a second or third look.
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Post by Ray on Aug 4, 2015 20:44:50 GMT -7
She discards her heels and pulls him up the stairs with her, and he lets her. He doesn't make any trivial comments about her nice house, and he doesn't even bother looking. He'd stopped with the polite chit-chat sometime between when the war started and he got drafted and it didn't matter anymore. Girls weren't looking for guys to go steady with, because proposals and meeting the family was pointless. Each guy was a single bullet away from marrying the morgue and every girl knew that. Short flings became the norm, and Bucky had a lot of short flings. Instead, Bucky keeps his blue eyes locked at the way Tessa's hips sway as she walks up the stairs, and how the silver fabric of her dress clings just right.
She leads him into her room and kisses him again, and Bucky wastes no time in closing the door behind them. He shrugs out of his black suit jacket, exposing the shoulder holster he wears underneath as the jacket falls uselessly to the ground, before his hands are back on her. He runs his fingers up her back as he kisses her, viciously hungry; searching for the zipper of her dress. It sits just between her shoulder blades, and Bucky bites on Tessa's lower lip as he drags the zipper down her back. His fingers brush one sleeve of her dress off of her shoulder, and he pulls away from the kiss long enough to graze his skin along the exposed skin. It's milky white and smells sweet, and Bucky remembers all over again why he loves women too. They're soft, where he's not. Smooth, where the war has turned him rough. He pulls her in by the hips again, and lets his mouth trail up the inward curve of her throat. Her dark hair tickles at his face, but he leaves wet kisses along her skin nonetheless.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 4, 2015 21:07:55 GMT -7
Teresa hears the door catch as he shuts it up behind them but all she can think about is getting him into bed. When he runs his fingers up her back she shivers slightly and cant help hut smile when she realises that he's looking for the zipper on her dress. Many a men have been caught off guard when it comes to finding the damn zipper, in the end she would end up finding it and looking like an idiot as she undoes it for the guy.
He bites down on her lip as he pulls the zipper down and her heart quickens. This always happens when one of the men does something that catches her off guard and lip biting definitely was one of them. Tessa feels his hands brush away one of the sleeves of her dress and smiles to herself when he pulls away from the kiss. He then pulls her in by the hips once more and lets his mouth trail up her throat and she can't help but closing her eyes. Sex always made her heart quicken and this time was nothing different. It was the rush through the veins that made her feel like she was melting inside.
Tessa reached up and removed the shoulder holster before she then started to undo his shirt and managed to push it off his shoulders and waited for him to shake it off his arms before she let her dress fall down to her feet. She stepped out of it and then moved back towards him. Some men had a habit of reaching up and pulling her black hair out of whatever pin she had in it that night and wanted to feel her hair through their fingers but he didn't seem like the type that would bother with that sort of thing. Her hair got in the way and it would stick to her shoulders, arms and back in a weird way so most of the time she tried her hardest to keep it up and out of her way whenever she was doing this.
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Post by Ray on Aug 4, 2015 21:28:49 GMT -7
The holster drops heavily to the ground with the gun nestled inside of it, but he feels lighter without it holding him grounded. For the past five years he'd been carrying a gun; whether Army issued or provided from Peggy's growing stock of weaponry. It's gotten to the point that they feel like additional limbs: just as much a part of him as his arms or legs. He always figured that if he ever lost an arm during the war, they'd just attach a rifle instead. But right now, he's glad for his own two hands. Glad for the weightlessness that came from being removed of the gun. Glad that she's the one who stripped it from him.
He shakes the unbuttoned shirt off of him; exposing the slim expanse of muscle underneath. In the dim lighting coming from the street outside her bedroom window, the tattoo of a red star on his left shoulder makes an appearance, but it quickly shifts out of sight as Bucky yanks his sleeveless undershirt over his head and tosses it aside.
Tessa has slipped out of her silver dress, but her skin still remains luminescent even in the darkness of her room. Bucky cups his palm around the back of her neck, pulling her in for another deep kiss. His other hand travels slowly up her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingertips. In one smooth motion, he grabs her thighs with both hands and hikes her up into the air, her body pressed tight against his and her legs wrapped around his waist. He continues to kiss her, tongue massaging against hers, as he carries her to her bed. Bucky drops her down onto the mattress, but falls with her, remaining poised between her legs. His hand pulls her knee higher up his waist, but his mouth falls to the space between her breasts, leaving a trail of kisses between them.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 4, 2015 21:52:32 GMT -7
Tessa feels him cupping the back of her neck and moves closer for another kiss. His hand moves up her thigh and the only thing she could think about is the feeling of his hands on her and she likes it. Then the next thing she knows is that he's grabbing her thighs and hiking her up and she was pressed tightly against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as if they could really get that much closer.
She hated to think this but none of the other guns she slept with were like this. They never hiked her up against them. All they really did was just make sure that they were in her and then it was over. There really wasn't anything like this and she actually found herself giving more into his touch and his kiss because of the fact that she had never had something like this. Their tongues massaged against each other as he carries her over to the bed.
Tessa can't help but giving a soft laugh when he drops her, and himself, down onto the bed. Her knee gets pulled higher up against his waist and she closes her eyes when his mouth moves to the space between her breasts and she arches up against his lips. Her fingers move to his back and she moves her hands up and down the skin on her back. Her fingers lightly grip at the skin and she arches up against him once more, just letting him use his lips in whatever direction he decided to go in.
This definitely hadn't been what she had expected when she arrived at the club but she definitely wasn't complaining. Especially when things were starting to go in this direction.
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Post by Ray on Aug 4, 2015 22:34:45 GMT -7
His lips continue to travel downwards, skimming over the flat of her stomach and her bellybutton. He reaches the hem of her underwear and pauses for a moment, flicking his blue eyes upwards to her expectant face. A quick grin tugs at the corners of his mouth before he tugs at the fabric with his teeth. He's playing with his food like a predator; taking his sweet time despite the lingering threat of her mobster father coming home early from the club. But if he was too concerned with her father's whereabouts, he wouldn't be here in the first place, getting his daughter off in the darkness of her room. From the way she's grabbing at him, he doubts she cares either way.
He hooks his fingers through the fabric and tugs downwards, slipping it down her legs and onto the floor at the foot of the bed. His mouth finds her right between her legs, tongue rolling gently against her. She's sweet like sugar, and he takes the moment to grab tightly at her thigh with one hand and loosen the belt of his slacks with the other, making the most of the situation. He pays her real careful extra attention for a few more moments, before his lips brush back up her hip. Bucky climbs back onto the bed, settling back in between her legs. This time his mouth finds her breast, and he grazes his teeth lightly along the curve.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 8:35:17 GMT -7
Tessa watches as he moves down her and then grins when he pauses for a moment and looks back up at her. She gives him a wink before he tugs at her underwear with his grin. This definitely hadn't happened before. Not with any of the men that she had found herself sharing the bed with for a couple hours or so. She pulled her lip in between her teeth and then looked up at the ceiling. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and she was sure it would actually come out. He then tugs her underwear down her legs and they disappear over the bed and she arches up against him when he puts his mouth between her legs. No one had ever taken this amount of care to make sure that she had a good night. And in honesty she wasn't sure if she would ever find this again. He grabbed tightly at her thigh as he continued to tease her down there before he moved up her body. Tessa was pretty much panting by this time but it was the build up that she loved, if only she had got this before. He settles himself back between her legs and this time his mouth found her breast. She closed her eyes and let him continue, only this time she had arched back up against him. She knew that he was taking his time on her, whether it was to tease her or not she wasn't sure but she really liked this. Liked that he was exploring her body in a way that any man should do it. -.- When it was over she sat on the bed and zipped up her dress, she then put her hand to her hair and knew that her black hair had come down from the pin that she had put it up in so she decided to just let the black curls fall around her shoulders and settle against the silver dress that she had on. Tessa put the pin on the cupboard beside the bed and bit on her lip as she glanced over her shoulder at him. This definitely had been one of the best nights she had had since she went on her rebellious streak and started to pull away from her father after her mother had been killed. But that didn't mean they would do this again. She needed the release and he had been the best thing. She then got up from the bed and then turned to look at him. A smile pulled at her lip but she then nudged her head towards the door, to tell him really to get out. It had been fun but she never went back for seconds and this was one of those times that she really couldn't afford to be with the same man twice. While it was tempting to parade him in front of her father, just to annoy him, she decided that tonight wasn't going to be one of those times. "It's been fun" she said after a moment before putting her hands on her hips and waiting for him to leave. Names didn't matter when it came to the fact that she really didn't care enough to go back for more. Tessa then moved her hand from her hip and pushed her black hair back away from her face,making sure that some of her hair was pushed behind her ear. Her dark brown eyes was still on him.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 11:48:28 GMT -7
Bucky pulls on his shiny, black wingtip shoes, fingers deftly tying the laces. He's seated on the edge of the rumpled bed; his white button-up shirt hanging open and the longer strands of his dark hair falling around his face. He doesn't need her to say anything for him to know when to leave. In fact, he doesn't really know how to stay. Even long before the war when he was just a shit-for-brains teenager copping a feel with the local girls, he'd always leave long before dawn. He made excuses, mainly about lurking parents and the girls having a reputation to keep, but they were all bullshit. Truth is, he'd always been too terrified to leave Steve alone. Back then, Stevie was little and sick on days ending with a 'y' and Bucky never wanted to come home and find him gone just like his ma. Anyway, he'd much rather sleep in a tiny bed, back-to-back with Steve, getting kicked in the shins all night, than fall asleep next to a girl who only knows his pick-up lines and not him.
He rises to his feet, fixing the collar of his shirt and ignoring the new wrinkles. She's watching him expectantly, saying the same line girls usually say. Except those girls usually say that when they're still undressed and breathless. But Tessa looks like the type who knows and got what she wants, and doesn't need to say anything more than that. He can respect that.
A crooked smile ticks at the corner of Bucky's mouth, and he lifts a hand to push his mussed hair out of his face. He steps towards her, the mobster's daughter in the silver dress, until he's about as close to her as he was less than five minutes ago. "Only fun?" He murmurs in a tease. But rather than kissing her, he leans passed her and bends down to pick up his jacket and holster laying on the floor by her feet.
He's just grabbing him, feeling a little smug, when he hears the distinct sound of a door slamming downstairs. Bucky freezes.
"Teresa." A booming voice echoes up to them, far too familiar for Bucky's liking.
"Shit," Bucky hisses through his teeth, snatching up his jacket and holster and quickly standing straight. "Don't tell me that's your pops." He breathes out in a rush, but he already knows the answer.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 12:12:07 GMT -7
Tessa watches as Bucky comes closer to her and teases her with his words. She couldn't help but let a smile pull at her lips. She pulls her lip in between her teeth before wondering if fun was the only thing that she actually had. Although it was actually one of the best nights she had had. But of course she wasn't going to tell him that, he was smug enough as it is.
He then leans passed her and she watched as he bends down to get his jacket and holster. She pulled her lip in between her teeth once more and was about to say something when the sound of the door slamming downstairs reaches her and she looks up and over at her own bedroom door before wincing when the sound of her father's voice calling out for her reaches them.
Her eyes moves over to Bucky when he stands straight and speaks before she then looks back at the door. "'fraid so" she confirmed and then looked over at the window and walks over to it before looking down. It's a high drop and has a very big chance of getting caught anyway. "Well you can either hide in the closet, go out the window or walk passed my father" she mutters before looking over at him.
Tessa's heart is pounding once more in her chest, and not for a very good reason, before she clears her throat. Wasn't this the reason that she actually brought Bucky home with her so that she could stick it to her father? That she had chosen him for the very simple reason that he already disliked him? "You're not afraid of my father, so maybe you could walk passed him and out of the front door" she nodded and knew that if she didn't come down then he would come up and look to see if she was home. If she wasn't home then he would search everywhere til he did actually find her and then it was hell when he did.
Tessa wasn't afraid of her father, she knew how to handle him, but she would rather not start another argument when he probably was still mad from what happened at the club. No doubt he would start ranting when she did finally come face to face with him, adding one of Peggy's bodyguard into the mix would really be the cherry on top of the sundae.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 12:38:06 GMT -7
Bucky guffaws a little at her suggestion and quickly pulls on his shoulder holster over his unbuttoned shirt. "I might not be afraid of him, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid." Scott is thin and mousy; the kind of guy who's probably always had other people fight his battles for him. But Bucky isn't going to test the rage of a father by waltzing right down the stairs with his daughter's perfume soaked into his skin and the taste of her still on his mouth. He's gotten chased out of too many houses with baseball bats aimed at his skull to like that plan. Besides, there's still business to be done.
"Teresa," Her father calls again, accompanied by the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, and Bucky eyes the door. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips, his hair falling back over his eyes, and turns instead for the window. He glances down, assessing the damage, but isn't too sure of his odds. They're at least two stories up and the window faces the street rather a dark alleyway he could slink away in. He sees her father's black Lincoln parked on the curb, a bodyguard all in black crushing a cigarette beneath his heel before climbing into the passenger seat.
It's now or never.
"It's not too bad. Looks like fun." Bucky admits. He shoves the long sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows, slings his suit jacket over his shoulder, and waits to push open the window just as the Lincoln pulls away from the curb. Her father's footsteps are echoing towards the door of her bedroom, and Bucky can't help the fucking elated grin tugging at his mouth. "One more thing," Bucky says in a rush. He turns on a heel and closes the gap between him and Tessa. He pulls her in by the hips and kisses her, hard and sudden, the kind of kiss that'll definitely get him in trouble. He pulls away just as there's a knock on a her bedroom door, and moves swiftly towards the window.
"Teresa." Scott calls, a little more demanding, but Bucky already has one leg out of the window. He pulls himself out, settles down onto the ledge, then swings to the side to grab onto the rain gutter running vertically down the side of the building. It gives a creak in protest at his weight, but Bucky slides down it's length easily, hopping off before he crashes into the bushes. He stumbles a little onto the sidewalk, but except for a few scuffs on his shoes, he's no worse for wear.
He looks back up to her bedroom window and grins as he dusts his palms off on his slacks.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 13:01:53 GMT -7
Tessa looks over at him when he says that he's not stupid enough to walk down the stairs especially after what happened between them. In honesty it would be obvious that something had happened between them. Well there was two other things he could hide in her closet or he could go out the window.
She winced once more when she hears her name being called by her father and the sound of him coming up the stairs. Of course he would want to come to see if his daughter was in. There wasn't any chance of her getting away from him even if she wasn't in the house. Tessa moves her eyes away from the door to her bedroom and over to the window when he turns towards it. She had seen the drop that was out side the window. Some times she often looked up at her own window when she was out front of the house.
Tessa huffed out a laugh when he said that it looked like fun. This was completely insane but then again she guessed so was her suggestion about him walking down the stairs. Her eyes moved back to the door because she could hear her father getting closer. He then spoke to her and she turned to look at him as he closed the gap between them and pulls her in and kisses her. She was so surprised that she doesn't even kiss back until he pulls away and there's a knock on her door.
She bits on her lip once more, this time taking his taste into her mouth before she shakes her head. Tessa was going to be in so much trouble when she didn't answer her father but she pops her head out the window and looks down to see him grinning up at her. "You're crazy" she said to herself before shaking her head once more. A grin pulls at her lips and she watches him for a moment before she moves back into the room and shuts the window.
Tessa moves away from the window and tidies up her bed and sits at her vanity table and looks in the mirror. "What?" she says loud enough for Scott to hear her. She grabs her brush and pulls it through her black hair, and looks at the bedroom door through her vanity mirror. She could pretend that she just didn't want to talk to him but even Tessa knew that a bedroom door, no matter how locked, wouldn't keep him out. She expected him to actually walk in as he got to her door but thankfully he hadn't.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 13:27:33 GMT -7
She closes her window, and Bucky takes the opportunity to mosey on down the sidewalk. He shakes out his suit jacket and slides his arms through the sleeves, hiding the previously exposed revolver sitting right against his ribs. As he walks, he buttons up his shirt and tucks the hem into the waistband of his slacks. It doesn't do much to make him look any neater, not with the wrinkles in his clothes and the haphazard way he's dressed, but he doesn't expect to draw that much attention this late in the night. There are always people on the streets, always someone up just as late as he is, but in the city there's an unspoken rule to never look twice at a stranger past midnight. There's too many chances to be dragged into something bad. Worse than bad.
He swipes a thumb across his lower lip, ridding it of Tessa's lipstick, and places a cigarette there instead. He has to dig in his pockets for his lighter, momentarily thinking that it might be lying somewhere in her room, but his fingers wrap around the silver weight and he pulls it free. Bucky pauses to light his cigarette; the taste of smoke slowly removing the taste of Tessa from his mouth. He tucks the lighter away once more, and shuffles his fingers through his hair as he breathes in a deep drag.
It's only then that he realizes what's missing.
"Fuck," Bucky grunts around the cigarette, turning on a heel to look back the way he'd come.
Upon her delayed reply, something that makes Scott frown even deeper, he reaches down and twists the doorknob. Her bedroom is usually locked, even in the bright light of day, but tonight the door opens easily. He swings it open and takes a single step into her room, his ice blue eyes seeking out his daughter. She's still dressed in her evening gown and she sits at her vanity and brushes her hair as if she'd gotten home only minutes ago. He scans the rest of her room, eying the bed that's put together neatly and the door to her closet.
He's old enough and smart enough to know her tricks. It wouldn't be the first time he's caught some pantsless jackass cowering in her closet. But he doesn't step anywhere near it, and instead focuses on Teresa's reflected face in the vanity mirror.
"You left your shoes by the door," He says, forcing a casual tone. "And this." He holds up a black fedora hat, clearly a man's, that he found downstairs on his inherited antique chest next to her purse.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 13:49:10 GMT -7
Tessa watches as he walks into her room and she pulls the brush back through her black locks. She can see him looking around the room and feels smug at the fact that he wouldn't find anyone this time. There was no one in her closet and definitely not under her bed. The window was shut and she had managed to shut the curtains across it to make it look as if she was getting ready for bed but she knew that he wasn't stupid.
She had thought for a moment that she had got away with it. Even if she had been very tempted to have him walk down the stairs in front of her father. Scott told her about her shoes and she glanced down at her feet, of course she had left them at the door, her and the guy had pretty much ran up the stairs just to get to her bedroom. But in honesty she had completely forgotten where she had put her shoes and no doubt her purse was downstairs too. She really would have to walk down and get it.
The shoes and the purse, not bad. But then he held up the black hat and she bit down on her lip. Well he did have to leave something especially when he had to rush out the window. She moved her eyes away from him and looked at her own reflection in the mirror, right now she looked tired and a little bit flustered in the cheeks. "It's not my type" she admitted and then moved her eyes back over to Scott.
Tessa knew that making him angrier when he was already angry was the worst thing she could do, he wouldn't raise a hand against her but his words stung enough. He said that he was doing everything to protect her, but he had lost that the day that her mother had been killed. If she could, Tessa would be out of this house faster than anything but she really didn't have anywhere to go and she couldn't ask Graeme to take her in. Even if he probably would.
The only thing keeping Tessa here was the dresses and the free drinks she got at the club. She put her brush down and then got up from her vanity before moving over to her closet to grab out a hanger, she might have dozens of silver dresses but each one was special to her. They might even come from her father, but there was no way that she was going to ruin the dresses. Even if her relationship with her father was beyond repair.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 14:01:20 GMT -7
"No, it isn't." Scott replies, his voice raising in volume. But he keeps his tone calm, at least outwardly. Inside his head he's screaming and pissed, the same kind of rage he spat at that bitch Peggy in his club tonight. The same kind of rage he gets each and every time Teresa does something petty to undermine him. He knows she's playing for a fool. He knows it every time she walks passed him with her chin held high and each time she gives him a snippy reply. For a girl who's given everything in the world, she sure hates the the one who provides it all to her. "But that goon at the club was." Scott tacks on, glaring straight at her knowingly. "And he..." He lifts the hat a little more and gives it a shake, his knuckles turning white as he strangles it like he wants to strangle that dark-haired bastard. "Wore a hat just like this." He throws it across the room like something filthy, and it lands just at her feet.
"I told you not to embarrass me." He chastises, pointing a finger straight at her. "But you just can't help yourself, can you?" He's fuming, more than he wanted to, but this night has dragged him through hell and back. Teresa just has to be the bit of the iceberg sinking his ship.
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