(...) I extend my hand to her. “Come on, Tinkerbell.” She - TopicsExpress



          

(...) I extend my hand to her. “Come on, Tinkerbell.” She takes my hand, then pauses at the nickname. “Tinkerbell?” “Your laugh. That little giggle you do. It reminds me of Tinkerbell.” I shrug. She does the giggle by accident, then claps a hand over her mouth. “Damn it. Now you have me self-conscious. You can call me Tinkerbell, though.” “Don’t be self-conscious. I think it’s cute.” She wrinkles her nose at me as she locks her door behind us. “Cute? Is that a good thing?” I lift an eyebrow at her. “There’s a lot of words I could think of for you. Let’s just go with cute for now. (...)”
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 23:58:39 +0000

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