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I'm ready to travel, and you're my ticket.
His face … I can’t
Why is he so pretty? Also, I could watch him talk for HOURS… that could get creepy ;)
Comin out for a drink?
Angie, you need to match this with Sybil answering with a smile or something!!!! Because we all know he’s asking her
Ooohhhhh good idea!!!!
Now Im thinking of a fic where Tom’s in a wedding and he sees Sybil and he’s trying to convince her to skip the reception and go to have a drink with him instead!
And Sybil really wants to but she’s a bridesmaid so she feels guilty about skipping the reception
That’s it! Someone needs to write this! Pretty pleaseee :)
Yesssss! Wedding hookup FTW.
i want to write this! Oh the ideas are flooding!
She couldn’t stop catching his eye. She found herself glancing about, smiling at those milling around, nodding in agreement when those standing close to her praised the beauty of the bride, but she couldn’t help her gaze wondering, searching for his blue eyes. She craned her neck slightly, searching, having lost him in the crowd.
‘This is ridiculous,’ she thought. She’d only met the man three days ago, yet here she was, feeling the pinch of disappointment at not being able to find him.
“Looking for someone in particular?”
She jumped a bit, surprised by the heat of of his breath on her neck. But she didn’t immediately turn to face him, not wanting him to see the small pleased smile spreading across her lips. She wasn’t quite ready to show him how eager she was.
She shrugged slightly, answering him over her shoulder, “Oh, just the groom. I think they are going to want to do the first dance soon or something.”
They both knew it was a lie, as the groom and bride continued to be swarmed by well wishers.
Her breath caught as she felt his fingers slide along the smooth silk of her dress, pressing slightly against her hip. She felt her heart race as he stepped fully against her, holding her to his hard, warm body.
“I can’t keep my eyes off you,” he confessed softly, his Irish lilt causing a small shiver to move through her.
She gave no answer, her own desire blossoming.
“I have an idea,” he offered, his other hand moving down her arm to entwine his fingers with hers.
She turned her head slightly, indicating her curiosity.
He leaned in close, but kept his eyes forward, careful not to draw attention to them. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sybil’s eyes widened slightly. There was no mistaking the implications in his voice. But could she? Could she be that wild and impulsive?
Her smile grew wicked.
With Tom, somehow, she felt she could.
Eeeeekkkkk!!! This is awesome!!!!!!
I’m going to a wedding on Sunday. TOM BRANSON, WILL YOU BE THERE?
“Syb?” Tom called out. He reached up to take off his glasses before leaning over and putting them and his laptop on the bedside table.
Sybil emerged from the bathroom in nothing but spanks and a sports bra. He stared, but smiled, doing his best not to gawk at her skin and the way her…
Fact 1: Reading can make you a better conversationalist.
Fact 2: Neighbours will never complain that your book is too loud.
Fact 3: Knowledge by osmosis has not yet been perfected. You’d better read.
Fact 4: Books have stopped bullets - reading might save your life.
Fact 5: Dinosaurs didn’t read. Look what happened to them.
when you see your reflection on your laptop screen and you just look
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THIS IS THE ONLY WOMAN WHO CAN STAND NEXT TO BEYONCE AND STILL BE THE MOST FABULOUS PERSON IN THE ROOM
