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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 20, 2008 0:58:54 GMT -5
"You could be a prime example my dear Chase" Cleo retorted, unable to resist the opportunity. She turned and looked out over the lake, wondering where her sharpness had come from. She ran a hand through her still damp hair, settling the curl properly. Maybe she had imagined things that night in the common room. But it had all seemed so simple. She chewed at her lip, currently unaware of her surroundings and that she was still near Chase as she thought about that night.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 12:48:37 GMT -5
Chase arched an eyebrow at Cassie, his gaze watching the motion of her hand absently. "I could be," he said, "but you've already said otherwise." You definitely know how to kiss a girl, she'd said. His body warmed at the memory, but he gave no outward sign that he was at all affected. He'd grown tired of the game, and though he knew he could be tempted, he didn't at all feel like facing temptation, and so he left temptation alone.
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 20, 2008 13:00:03 GMT -5
Cleo returned her attention to Chase, and her gaze dropped to his lips. She was a breath away from throwing caution to the wind and kissing him again, to remind herself how wonderful it had been, but something held her back. She ran her tongue along her lips to moisten them, no notion that she was actually doing it. "Well what do I know" Cleo mumured, only half aware of what she had actually said.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jul 20, 2008 23:50:22 GMT -5
Chase had seen Cleo's gaze drop, and his own dropped reflexively to her lips, recalling their kiss in the Common Room. His eyes followed the path of her tongue, then he blinked, and shifted his gaze out over the water, distancing himself. "You obviously don't know when you're playing with fire," he said, none of the tease in his voice as he focused his tension into it. He didn't need this, and he didn't want it.
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 21, 2008 9:26:21 GMT -5
Cleo caught the tone of his voice and inwardly recoiled. Her own situation was precarious enough that she couldn't afford distractions anymore. "I'm too frosty to get hurt" she retorted. She stood a moment longer before turning on her heel and walking away. When she reached the rocky outcrop her towel was near she dived gracefully into the water. She would't admit, but she was running away, however much she wanted him.
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