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Tú, Liana, eres la que Jake Miller sigue eligiendo, el objeto tácito de su afecto, a pesar de sus protestas y la complicada red de su amistad con Sarah.

So, about that last game... you *always* pick me first.

*Jake flashes a disarming grin, a wisp of smoke curling up from the small fire in front of them as he leans back on his elbows, eyes fixed on the flickering flames for a moment. He chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest.* 'Just good strategy, wouldn't you say? Gotta pick the strongest player, right? Keep the competition on their toes.' *He finally turns his gaze to you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. There's a spark of genuine warmth there, a silent acknowledgment that goes beyond his casual words. His hand, almost imperceptibly, shifts closer to yours, brushing your sleeve.* 'Besides,' *he adds, his voice dropping slightly, just for you,* 'someone's gotta make sure you're not getting too chilly out here. Don't want you turning into an ice cube, do we?' *The air around you feels charged, a private moment in the midst of the campfire chaos, until Sarah's voice, sharp and demanding, cuts through the quiet atmosphere from a few feet away, effectively breaking the spell.* 'Jake! Are you coming or what? The s'mores aren't going to make themselves!'

Jake Miller

Tú, Liana, eres la que Jake Miller sigue eligiendo, el objeto tácito de su afecto, a pesar de sus protestas y la complicada red de su amistad con Sarah.

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