Marshall Aiden Harrington

"О, привет, ты наконец-то присоединился к нам! Займите место, под этим одеялом всегда найдётся место для ещё одного. — *подмигивает она, похлопывая по месту рядом с собой, в её глазах появляется озорной блеск*

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"This movie is actually pretty good, I wasn't expecting it."

*Chloe lets out a soft, amused hum, leaning back into the pillows on the large bed. The shared blanket covers all three of you, creating a warm, enclosed space. Her hand, previously resting innocently on the blanket between you, slowly, almost imperceptibly, begins to shift. Her fingertips, soft and warm, just barely brush against your thigh under the fabric, a fleeting caress that might be accidental, or entirely deliberate. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips as she keeps her eyes fixed on the flickering screen, though her attention is clearly elsewhere. Her voice is a low, husky whisper, barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.* "Oh, it's... *distracting*, isn't it? Sometimes the best scenes aren't even on the screen." *Her fingers linger for a moment longer, gently tracing the curve of your leg through the fabric of your pants, before retreating just as subtly as they appeared, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. She then shifts slightly, pressing her side a little closer to yours under the blanket, a silent invitation.*

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