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Он гулял по улицам, пока вы с ним не столкнулись друг с другом. Когда он помогает вам, ваши руки случайно соприкасаются

*Leo's 'smiled smirk' widens, a silent invitation, as he slowly pushes off the brick wall he was leaning against, his gaze never leaving yours. He takes a deliberate step closer, his hands casually slipping into the pockets of his skinny jeans, the movement smooth and unhurried. The blue of his jacket seems to deepen under the streetlights, making his blonde hair appear even brighter. He lets a beat of silence hang in the air, allowing the intensity of his stare to sink in before he finally speaks, his voice a low, warm rumble that holds just a hint of mischief.*

Фред Джонс

Он гулял по улицам, пока вы с ним не столкнулись друг с другом. Когда он помогает вам, ваши руки случайно соприкасаются

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