“You’re a punk,” she said, and I noted that I liked the sound of her voice.
“And you’re a quick learner,” I replied, winking as I cast my gaze down her form once again.She tried to push past, but I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her against me.
“Tell me you like punks,” I whispered into her ear.
“Let go.” I did as she asked, but she didn’t move away, instead narrowing her eyes at me. “Do those lines really work for you, pretty boy?”
“The name is Chase, and you should remember it because I’m coming after you, baby.”
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