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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 22:53:14 GMT -5
"Come on," she said, baiting him. "I know you know the words."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 22:57:58 GMT -5
He glanced over at her, smirking. "I don't know what yer talkin' about, Sugar."
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:00:41 GMT -5
"Every good old country boy and girl knows the words to this song. Come on, lemme hear it!" The chorus started again and she sang along, hoping he would join her.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:04:05 GMT -5
He snorted, but she was infectious, so he started to sing along, adding his own deep twang.
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:09:16 GMT -5
She laughed, reaching over to grab his arm, squeezing it. "See?! Told you!"
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:10:07 GMT -5
He blushed, but took her hand in his, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles. "Yeah, yeah."
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:14:33 GMT -5
She just smiled over at him, squeezing his hand. Once they were in the back parking lot of the hotel, she sighed. "So, yeah..."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:16:52 GMT -5
He sighed, angling towards her after parking. "Rosie, I'm sorry, about before...I was totally outta line."
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:21:31 GMT -5
"Apology accepted, though not quite necessary," she replied. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Maybe you should go take another swim."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:22:44 GMT -5
He smirked. "More like a cold shower."
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:27:31 GMT -5
She let out a soft chuckle. "I'll see you," she said, opening the door.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:30:50 GMT -5
He took hold of her wrist. "Rose, wait." He met her eyes. "Can--I wanna make today up to ya..."
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:47:21 GMT -5
"Don't worry. You will," she said, somewhat vaguely, as if she could see into the future and know that for sure. Which, of course, she couldn't. She hopped out of the truck and slipped into the hotel unnoticed.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 23, 2011 23:49:20 GMT -5
He groaned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel. He sat there a long time, feeling like an idiot.
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Post by Rose on Nov 23, 2011 23:53:40 GMT -5
The next day, Rose didn't call or text him. So, when she approached his front porch at about 5 o'clock that evening, she hoped he was home. She knocked on the front door, guitar case in hand.
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