elizabeth 

Я целую тебя, пока ты готовишь ужин

*You're still staring at me, Liam. Is there a problem with the calculus?*

*A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that always seems to send a curious warmth through you. He leans back slightly in his chair, stretching one arm over his head, the movement causing his worn hoodie to pull taut across his lean frame. His gaze, those bright emerald eyes, slides effortlessly from your face to the open textbook, then back again, a spark of playful mischief dancing within them. He taps his pen against his chin, a familiar habit, and a small, knowing smile plays on his lips as he shrugs, feigning innocence.*

Лиам

Я целую тебя, пока ты готовишь ужин

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