Dee stopped on her way to pick up some tacos since she was hungry and Ulrik might be too. It wasn't long before she was knocking on his door, bag of food in her hands. She hadn't seen anyone but who knows where they are. She knows that a quiet hotel full of rockstars is either everyone passed out or shit is about to go down.
The knock at the door had Ulrik moving to open the door dressed in a white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Nothing special but at least he wasn't near naked this time like he was back at Dee's mansion. Opening the door he immediately smiled and then inhaled the smell of food. Oh, that smelt good!
"Hello, Dee. Oh, you brought food too? Come in."
The Swede moved so that she could enter the room, closing the door behind them both. So far no shit was going down in the corridor. Hunter wasn't slapping Gilly's naked ass. Yet.
"That smells good. Would you like a drink?"
Ulrik went into the mini fridge which Lars had bought from somewhere in town and pulled out some cans of beer and a bottle of vodka. He wondered if she wanted anything to drink so waited to see what her reply was.
"Oh it is? I lost track of time because Lars had me talking until 3am last night. We got a bit drunk and he passed out. This was after he told me all about wanting to get into your drummer's hairy pants as he called it. Two bottles of wine he had last night."
Ulrik giggled and then got her a beer can passing it to her with a slight tinge of pink on his pale cheeks. Was he staring at her a little? Oh yes. She was so cute and their "cuddle date" was going to be fun.
"They're worth getting into, if you can." She giggled wildly while opening the bag to get the food out. "He's never been much for seeing people or anything. Your drummer's going to have to be persistent probably."
Or get him drunk, which she didn't mention. Dee is in her usual, a little crop top, tiny cut off jean shorts, boots, knee socks and a ragged edged sweater.
"It's Mexican. I didn't eat them at home but Devon lives on them." She pulled one out and unwrapped it. There's a soft tortilla, with spicy chicken pieces, seasoned potatoes and a creamy cheese sauce. "You fold them up and eat them like a sandwich sort of."
Pulling out more she paused and glanced at the guitarist. "IS Swedish food spicy?"
"Lars can be a persistent little bitch when he wants to be. Bjorn knows this since the last lover he had was this model I think? A boy posing on porn magazines."
Ulrik didn't know the details but it was trashy and he didn't want to get into Lars' sex life right now because he was hungry and he wanted to get to know his date. Dee was so hot. He was already staring at what she was wearing, wondering what sort of panties she wore underneath her jean shorts.
"Mexican? Oh, ok. Let me have a go."
Picking one up the young Swede bit into it and nodded, swallowing some. It was hot and he giggled at the taste. Oh! It was good. Eating more, Ulrik realised just how hungry he actually was. Shaking his head at her question, he finished his mouthful and swallowed.
"No, not really. One of our main dishes is meatballs. I love those back home."
She was just about to take a drink when Ulrik mentioned Lars' previous boyfriend. "He was fucking a pornstar?" She started to giggle. "Devon's about as far from a pornstar as you can get. He's more like Rekker and likes to be outside playing sports and things."
The whole idea of the ex of a pornstar chasing after Devon made it hard to eat because she kept giggling. Dee was hit or miss as far as what might or might not be wearing under them.
"Devon's family is from Mexico." She's hungry too and that is why she has a dozen tacos for them. "In Detroit, Chili Dogs and these steak sandwiches with spicy butter sauce are the thing the city is known for." She takes another bite and nods. "I think there's a couple Swedish places nearby but I haven't tried them."
"Yes, he was a pornstar back in Sweden. Quite a famous one actually but I forgot his real name. His porn name was uh----what was it? Magnus "Big Log" Magnusson or something like that. Something really fucking cheesy."
Ulrik nearly coughed on his taco as he began to laugh at the porn name. Lars was in love with this guy and had been for a few months before he broke it off. The band had to get used to their tarty drummer dating a real fucking porno guy. That had been a riot and a half and now he was interested in Hexed's drummer, Devon Tornado.
"Lars thinks Devon's stage name is sort of porn-like. This is sort of amusing. The man is strong though and I've seen the biceps on him. Good drummer's arms. There are Swedish places nearby here? Oh. I may have to visit them with you."
He smiled cheekily and then went back to eating whilst admiring her ginger hair and the way she ate. She had cute lips too.
"Porn names are always ridiculous." She shook her head while taking bites between talking. "The porn industry is pretty big here in L.A. Missy and her mom both modeled for one of the magazines to get money when things were tight."
She kept trying not to choke as she kept giggling on and off. Devon was going to roll his eyes so hard at all of this when she gets to tell him later.
"Devon will bitch at him if he says that." And it would be hilarious. "Him and Rekker both. They fight sometimes and it's better to turn around and walk away." She nods. "A restaurant. Rekker probably knows exactly where it is."
He was obsessive about the Swede and had probably scoped out anything in the city remotely Swedish by this time.
"Yeah, they are. Always stupid and funny at the same time. It is? Don't tell Lars. He might want to go looking for other porn stars but I don't think he will now since he's looking at your drummer all the time."
Ulrik wondered what this Devon would think of having a man half his age chasing him. A tarty drummer chasing a metalhead drummer. The whole idea just had the Swede giggling into his taco.
"He will? Maybe they can bitch together and then kiss?"
Opening a beer can with a click, Ulrik took a few swigs and the wiped his mouth. So far this hotel room date was going well. Date? Meet up? Whatever it was he was enjoying Dee's company.
"We all noticed him checking out his ass when he was standing at the bar."
She couldn't help but giggle because Devon was one part clueless and mostly disinterested. This was going to be funny to watch happen.
"It worked for Bjorn and Rekker." She shook her head while pulling out another taco. "Rekker said they had such a bad fight that Bjorn ran from him. Next thing I hear, Rekker has Bjorn staying in his house and fucking him constantly."
It really was ridiculous, none of them understood how it happened.
"We've all noticed Lars taking an interest in Devon since they met back at the bar. That feels like such a long time ago now. A few days ago? It's been a wild ride so far."
Ulrik finished his taco in another few ravenous bites and drank some more beer down. He cleaned up his face then licked a few of his fingers to get the sauce off, keeping eye contact with Dee the giggling. She was so pretty the young Swede couldn't help but stare at her ginger hair.
"Sometimes people fight to get things out of their system. Bjorn seems to be happy now with his ginger guitarist. You're pretty with your red hair."
"Things are moving fast. Devon's running us like dogs to get in touring shape." Hexed was busy, except the obvious problem. "Your singer needs to get off Rekker's cock long enough to let him make it to practice."
Dee was feeling better after a few tacos and was no reaching for the beer Ulrik had offered her when that came out. She blinked a few times before laughing and leaning in to kiss his cheek which left a smudge of grease on his cheek from the tacos.
"You are adorable. How can you be travelling all over and no one has taken you?" She's serious about that. He was so sweet that she did wonder how he was still single.
"I should speak to him because I wouldn't want Rekker suffering or Hexed missing their guitarist because of Bjorn. He can be very overbearing at times and loses track of things like time a lot."
The kiss got the young Swede blushing a little as he reached over to touch her face just lightly, brushing his fingertips against her soft cheek. It was a start and he found himself wanting to touch more of her but wouldn't push. The young man was impulsive like Bjorn or Lars often were.
"Adorable? Oh---thank you. Well, I just sleep with my guitar. At least that's what Bjorn says."
Drinking more beer, Ulrik wondered what would happen after they ate and drank.
She shook her head. "Rekker isn't known for his self control, either." Which made the two disastrously perfect for each other. "It's a pain in the ass but... I'm glad to see him smile for once. Rekker's life has been .. hard. I don't always know how he survives it."
There's a hint of sadness in her honesty. They'd watch Rekker destroy himself and come back, fall into spaces so dark none of them could reach. HIs smile was a good thing even if Devon went mad over the lateness.
"And do you?" She asked with a wink while opening the beer can.
"Bjorn is very reckless and it's usually up to Sigurd or Hans to control him once he gets out of hand and crazy. But now he is with Rekker? He seems to be more content we've noticed."
More content being that he's getting ginger cock nearly everynight and day. Ulrik fiddled with his tshirt a little and shook his head. No sleeping with a guitar because it was easy to break it that way. Even though he had many he didn't want to crush his pride and joy.
"No. My Flying V's and Gibson stay in their case when I sleep. But it is boring without another warm body lately."
Without meaning to sound cheesy or needy, Ulrik smiled sheepishly and then moved a little closer to Dee, touching her neck with his fingers then moving to touch her red hair. It was so soft.
"They both seem to be happier. I'm sure once the initial high wears down a little he will get his shit together. Rekker, at least, has been alone for a few years."
Hopefully, the girly Swede would stay around long enough, permanently? Hexed could see how taken their singer was with the Swede.
"Boring?" She started laughing again, goosebumps raising on her chest from the touch to her neck. "Like to or are you going to, babe?"
She's not pulling away, only teasing a bit because the shy blushing was attractive, even if her usual interests were for much more cool and confident people.
"I was Bjorn's boyfriend for over a year when we formed the band three years ago. He is a bit older than me so I was 18 when I dated him. Fucking crazy but it was fun."
Ulrik gently caressed Dee's face and then realised he was about to kiss a woman twice his age. Was this acceptable? Fuck it. He didn't care. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why not? Social norms meant nothing to Blixt and were meant for the garbage anyway. The young Swede moving closer pressing a kiss to her lips, moving past the initial blushing stage to gain more confidence.
His hand moved to slide down to her leg, gently caressing the top of her thigh. He liked her. He really liked her.
"When we were first a band; Devon and I were together and Missy and Rekker. devon and I were together for years."
It was good to be honest about the dynamic and none of Hexed were troubled by their exes dating others, though Ulrik would probably find Devon watching him closely once he caught on. They were extra watchful of how their bandmates were treated because of that past.
An airy breath escaped when their lips met and she felt that hand down on her bare skin. Stepping in she stretched up on her tip toes to lean into the kiss, pressing her palm over the fabric of his tee shirt and feeling the warmth and muscle beneath. Dee understood men, especially young men, invited women around for sex. It didn't bother her at all if that was the intention for the day.
"You and Devon were together? Missy and Rekker too? That's cute."
Ulrik slipped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him as he noticed the height difference that being Dee was around five inches shorter than him. The Swede had dated shorter girls and boys before so this wasn't an issue. He could feel her palm pressing against his tshirt and then shivered a little. Leaning closer to her ear he whispered;
"Jag vill ligga med dig."
Giggling softly he knew she wouldn't understand but it was fun being a little bit of a tease first.
"Two couples for a long time. Missy was dating Rekker before he was in Hexed."
She leaned into his chest as she was pulled closer. It was nice to feel small sometimes, especially when close to someone, and it definitely brought on a desire to cuddle even if this felt like it wasn't going toward cuddling. At least, not yet.
She slapped him on the chest with her hand that was already pressed there, playful and looking up at him with a mock sour look. "Don't be like Rekker and Devon!"
Those two spoke Spanish to each other and laughed which the girls didn't understand completely. It was annoying and she figured Ulrik was doing it for the same reason they did, to tease her.
"Sorry, I was only teasing. It means I'd like to get into bed with you."
Ulrik smiled cheekily and then felt his cheeks heat up at the admission. They were both grown adults and the Swede wasn't a stranger to sex at all with either sexes. Dating Bjorn had taught him a many things in the bedroom. Stroking her cheek softly he kissed her jaw and then stroked her red hair softly.
"You have nice soft hair. I hope Devon won't be annoyed that I am spending time with you like this."
The thought was now mulling around in the younger man's mind.
"To cuddle?" She leaned up and kissed his chin. "..or are you a dirty boy like your singer?" She had to tease him, especially since he started it and was now blushing.
As the comments turned to something she knew was serious, Dee shook her head. "None of us are like that. It's been a long time since Devon and I were together. He might tease you about it, if he finds out."
And he would because Rekker had a sixth sense about who was dating. It was like the man could smell it on people or something. He would be a bastard to her, but in a brotherly sort of way. He always was.
"Yes and it will save you from having to reach up to kiss me. Your clothes are nice too."
Ulrik sliding a hand down her waist, noticing her shorts and liking how they showed her toned legs off. She didn't wear much and the young Swede couldn't help but stare a little at her skimpy top. Did he want to cuddle? Oh yes. Did he want more? He did but he would take things slowly at first and see if she was comfortable with it.
"Bjorn is dirtier than me but I'm no prude. We Swedes love to share in sex to bond with people."
It was part of the whole Scandinavian culture really, at least as far as Ulrik and his band were concerned. Bjorn came off as a trashy bitch and Rekker seemed to like this. The guitarist kissed Dee once more on the lips then slid a hand into hers, squeezing, pulling her towards his bed.
"I'm used to it." She giggled at the hand sliding down her waist. "I'm always one of the shortest in the room."
She was ok with where ever this went. In her mind you didn't take an invite to a single man's hotel room unless you were comfortable with the idea things might get intimate. The touch felt nice as she leaned back against his chest.
She couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Is that a pick up line?"
Dee took his hand and looked up at him. He was sweet and innocent.
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Dee stopped on her way to pick up some tacos since she was hungry and Ulrik might be too. It wasn't long before she was knocking on his door, bag of food in her hands. She hadn't seen anyone but who knows where they are. She knows that a quiet hotel full of rockstars is either everyone passed out or shit is about to go down.
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"Hello, Dee. Oh, you brought food too? Come in."
The Swede moved so that she could enter the room, closing the door behind them both. So far no shit was going down in the corridor. Hunter wasn't slapping Gilly's naked ass. Yet.
"That smells good. Would you like a drink?"
Ulrik went into the mini fridge which Lars had bought from somewhere in town and pulled out some cans of beer and a bottle of vodka. He wondered if she wanted anything to drink so waited to see what her reply was.
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"Tacos." She mentions as she walks over and sets the bag down on whatever's convenient. "Beer is fine."
She wasn't overly picky about drinks but after the past few days of binging something milder was welcome.
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Ulrik giggled and then got her a beer can passing it to her with a slight tinge of pink on his pale cheeks. Was he staring at her a little? Oh yes. She was so cute and their "cuddle date" was going to be fun.
"Tacos? I don't think I know what that is."
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Or get him drunk, which she didn't mention. Dee is in her usual, a little crop top, tiny cut off jean shorts, boots, knee socks and a ragged edged sweater.
"It's Mexican. I didn't eat them at home but Devon lives on them." She pulled one out and unwrapped it. There's a soft tortilla, with spicy chicken pieces, seasoned potatoes and a creamy cheese sauce. "You fold them up and eat them like a sandwich sort of."
Pulling out more she paused and glanced at the guitarist. "IS Swedish food spicy?"
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Ulrik didn't know the details but it was trashy and he didn't want to get into Lars' sex life right now because he was hungry and he wanted to get to know his date. Dee was so hot. He was already staring at what she was wearing, wondering what sort of panties she wore underneath her jean shorts.
"Mexican? Oh, ok. Let me have a go."
Picking one up the young Swede bit into it and nodded, swallowing some. It was hot and he giggled at the taste. Oh! It was good. Eating more, Ulrik realised just how hungry he actually was. Shaking his head at her question, he finished his mouthful and swallowed.
"No, not really. One of our main dishes is meatballs. I love those back home."
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The whole idea of the ex of a pornstar chasing after Devon made it hard to eat because she kept giggling. Dee was hit or miss as far as what might or might not be wearing under them.
"Devon's family is from Mexico." She's hungry too and that is why she has a dozen tacos for them. "In Detroit, Chili Dogs and these steak sandwiches with spicy butter sauce are the thing the city is known for." She takes another bite and nods. "I think there's a couple Swedish places nearby but I haven't tried them."
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Ulrik nearly coughed on his taco as he began to laugh at the porn name. Lars was in love with this guy and had been for a few months before he broke it off. The band had to get used to their tarty drummer dating a real fucking porno guy. That had been a riot and a half and now he was interested in Hexed's drummer, Devon Tornado.
"Lars thinks Devon's stage name is sort of porn-like. This is sort of amusing. The man is strong though and I've seen the biceps on him. Good drummer's arms. There are Swedish places nearby here? Oh. I may have to visit them with you."
He smiled cheekily and then went back to eating whilst admiring her ginger hair and the way she ate. She had cute lips too.
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She kept trying not to choke as she kept giggling on and off. Devon was going to roll his eyes so hard at all of this when she gets to tell him later.
"Devon will bitch at him if he says that." And it would be hilarious. "Him and Rekker both. They fight sometimes and it's better to turn around and walk away." She nods. "A restaurant. Rekker probably knows exactly where it is."
He was obsessive about the Swede and had probably scoped out anything in the city remotely Swedish by this time.
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Ulrik wondered what this Devon would think of having a man half his age chasing him. A tarty drummer chasing a metalhead drummer. The whole idea just had the Swede giggling into his taco.
"He will? Maybe they can bitch together and then kiss?"
Opening a beer can with a click, Ulrik took a few swigs and the wiped his mouth. So far this hotel room date was going well. Date? Meet up? Whatever it was he was enjoying Dee's company.
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She couldn't help but giggle because Devon was one part clueless and mostly disinterested. This was going to be funny to watch happen.
"It worked for Bjorn and Rekker." She shook her head while pulling out another taco. "Rekker said they had such a bad fight that Bjorn ran from him. Next thing I hear, Rekker has Bjorn staying in his house and fucking him constantly."
It really was ridiculous, none of them understood how it happened.
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Ulrik finished his taco in another few ravenous bites and drank some more beer down. He cleaned up his face then licked a few of his fingers to get the sauce off, keeping eye contact with Dee the giggling. She was so pretty the young Swede couldn't help but stare at her ginger hair.
"Sometimes people fight to get things out of their system. Bjorn seems to be happy now with his ginger guitarist. You're pretty with your red hair."
It sort of blurted out without him thinking.
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Dee was feeling better after a few tacos and was no reaching for the beer Ulrik had offered her when that came out. She blinked a few times before laughing and leaning in to kiss his cheek which left a smudge of grease on his cheek from the tacos.
"You are adorable. How can you be travelling all over and no one has taken you?" She's serious about that. He was so sweet that she did wonder how he was still single.
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The kiss got the young Swede blushing a little as he reached over to touch her face just lightly, brushing his fingertips against her soft cheek. It was a start and he found himself wanting to touch more of her but wouldn't push. The young man was impulsive like Bjorn or Lars often were.
"Adorable? Oh---thank you. Well, I just sleep with my guitar. At least that's what Bjorn says."
Drinking more beer, Ulrik wondered what would happen after they ate and drank.
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There's a hint of sadness in her honesty. They'd watch Rekker destroy himself and come back, fall into spaces so dark none of them could reach. HIs smile was a good thing even if Devon went mad over the lateness.
"And do you?" She asked with a wink while opening the beer can.
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More content being that he's getting ginger cock nearly everynight and day. Ulrik fiddled with his tshirt a little and shook his head. No sleeping with a guitar because it was easy to break it that way. Even though he had many he didn't want to crush his pride and joy.
"No. My Flying V's and Gibson stay in their case when I sleep. But it is boring without another warm body lately."
Without meaning to sound cheesy or needy, Ulrik smiled sheepishly and then moved a little closer to Dee, touching her neck with his fingers then moving to touch her red hair. It was so soft.
"I'd like to kiss you."
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Hopefully, the girly Swede would stay around long enough, permanently? Hexed could see how taken their singer was with the Swede.
"Boring?" She started laughing again, goosebumps raising on her chest from the touch to her neck. "Like to or are you going to, babe?"
She's not pulling away, only teasing a bit because the shy blushing was attractive, even if her usual interests were for much more cool and confident people.
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Ulrik gently caressed Dee's face and then realised he was about to kiss a woman twice his age. Was this acceptable? Fuck it. He didn't care. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why not? Social norms meant nothing to Blixt and were meant for the garbage anyway. The young Swede moving closer pressing a kiss to her lips, moving past the initial blushing stage to gain more confidence.
His hand moved to slide down to her leg, gently caressing the top of her thigh. He liked her. He really liked her.
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It was good to be honest about the dynamic and none of Hexed were troubled by their exes dating others, though Ulrik would probably find Devon watching him closely once he caught on. They were extra watchful of how their bandmates were treated because of that past.
An airy breath escaped when their lips met and she felt that hand down on her bare skin. Stepping in she stretched up on her tip toes to lean into the kiss, pressing her palm over the fabric of his tee shirt and feeling the warmth and muscle beneath. Dee understood men, especially young men, invited women around for sex. It didn't bother her at all if that was the intention for the day.
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Ulrik slipped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him as he noticed the height difference that being Dee was around five inches shorter than him. The Swede had dated shorter girls and boys before so this wasn't an issue. He could feel her palm pressing against his tshirt and then shivered a little. Leaning closer to her ear he whispered;
"Jag vill ligga med dig."
Giggling softly he knew she wouldn't understand but it was fun being a little bit of a tease first.
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She leaned into his chest as she was pulled closer. It was nice to feel small sometimes, especially when close to someone, and it definitely brought on a desire to cuddle even if this felt like it wasn't going toward cuddling. At least, not yet.
She slapped him on the chest with her hand that was already pressed there, playful and looking up at him with a mock sour look. "Don't be like Rekker and Devon!"
Those two spoke Spanish to each other and laughed which the girls didn't understand completely. It was annoying and she figured Ulrik was doing it for the same reason they did, to tease her.
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Ulrik smiled cheekily and then felt his cheeks heat up at the admission. They were both grown adults and the Swede wasn't a stranger to sex at all with either sexes. Dating Bjorn had taught him a many things in the bedroom. Stroking her cheek softly he kissed her jaw and then stroked her red hair softly.
"You have nice soft hair. I hope Devon won't be annoyed that I am spending time with you like this."
The thought was now mulling around in the younger man's mind.
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As the comments turned to something she knew was serious, Dee shook her head. "None of us are like that. It's been a long time since Devon and I were together. He might tease you about it, if he finds out."
And he would because Rekker had a sixth sense about who was dating. It was like the man could smell it on people or something. He would be a bastard to her, but in a brotherly sort of way. He always was.
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Ulrik sliding a hand down her waist, noticing her shorts and liking how they showed her toned legs off. She didn't wear much and the young Swede couldn't help but stare a little at her skimpy top. Did he want to cuddle? Oh yes. Did he want more? He did but he would take things slowly at first and see if she was comfortable with it.
"Bjorn is dirtier than me but I'm no prude. We Swedes love to share in sex to bond with people."
It was part of the whole Scandinavian culture really, at least as far as Ulrik and his band were concerned. Bjorn came off as a trashy bitch and Rekker seemed to like this. The guitarist kissed Dee once more on the lips then slid a hand into hers, squeezing, pulling her towards his bed.
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She was ok with where ever this went. In her mind you didn't take an invite to a single man's hotel room unless you were comfortable with the idea things might get intimate. The touch felt nice as she leaned back against his chest.
She couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Is that a pick up line?"
Dee took his hand and looked up at him. He was sweet and innocent.
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