"You're the best." She responded matter-of-factly as her dark, affectionate gaze followed his gesturing around and then returned to him, head tilted delicately. "Smells great, sweetheart... Show me around first?" It seemed to make things so much more official for her to be in his place - like he had actually invited her over, and so was actually interested in sharing even more of himself with her. It was a feeling that warmed her and brought a small, quiet smile to her features. --

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Date Posted: 23:44:15 10/17/04 Sun
Author: Belle
Subject: "You're the best." She responded matter-of-factly as her dark, affectionate gaze followed his gesturing around and then returned to him, head tilted delicately. "Smells great, sweetheart... Show me around first?" It seemed to make things so much more official for her to be in his place - like he had actually invited her over, and so was actually interested in sharing even more of himself with her. It was a feeling that warmed her and brought a small, quiet smile to her features.
In reply to: Paul 's message, "Hand's down this is the best thing I could ever remember " on 23:19:24 10/17/04 Sun

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"There's not much to see..." He admitted with a small, sheepish shrug before he gently placed one hand on the small of her back, taking her through the small apartment. "See, living room, kitchen, small balcony...um, down the hall here...is the bathroom and then..." he pushed open the last door to his room which had a plethoria of guitars in it, and then his bed in the middle. "My room." (NT) -- Paul, 23:54:35 10/17/04 Sun