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    Move Along

    "Please don’t go, um. Sorry, I just haven’t been told something straight forward like that. At least not in while," a small memory of Shane’s invitation crossed her eyes but they kept firmly on Jonah. She turned back around as she seemed very happy with Carmen’s decision to let her stay and talk to her. Sitting back down with her empty bottle in hand, she set in on the table while giving giving her an uneasy smile. There was something about her that just sparked something in Carmen, maybe it was the fact that Jonah seemed like the more happier version of Shane although their faces looked nothing alike, along with their build. Jonah seemed to have slightly more muscle, and more curve to her than Shane, along with the nicely shaped cheekbones and lips. But their eyes were the same, those same emerald eyes that Carmen had fallen for so hard.

    "So. Do you want me to get you something? Another drink maybe?"

    "Are you planning on getting my drunk?" Carmen’s smile broadened as she started to ease up the conversation with a little joking.

    "Hmm," she leaned forward a little," maybe." It was in a hush-hush tone, sort of deep and full of some accent. Carmen couldn’t tell, maybe it was just the way she talked because her name didn’t sound foreign."Naw, but seriously. Do you want anything?" Carmen politely shook her head no as she flashed her a beautiful, white smile as Jonah felt by the second more comfortable. She was so use to the dumbass skanks that would come over and use her for some money, and maybe let them fuck her till dawn and leave. She was tired of that, the senseless fucking and taking. There was no giving, no getting. Yeah, great sex was a good thing. But what she wanted was something real, something that would last longer than some cheap one night stand and a few drinks. She was a hopeless romantic, Jonah was. And there came the whole planning of trying to succeed by making her counterpart feel absolutely happy and special. She had her way with words, she knew exactly what to say to express how she felt. There was never a time when she was tongue tied… until now.

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