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*I open and shut doors, looking for the bedroom, and when I find it I run in and flop on the bed*

*He follows you in, leaning against the doorframe with a low, amused chuckle.* You found it. *He pushes off the frame, walking slowly towards the bed.* I was wondering how long it would take you.

*I pull him onto the bed and hug him* Not my fault our house is so big

*He laughs, his hand brushing against your arm.* Oh, I remember. But I'm not sure networking is the only thing on my mind right now.

*I narrow my eyes and I turn back to him.* "What else is on your mind then?"

*He smiles, his voice becoming more flirtatious.* I can't say. It's a secret. But I'll give you a hint. It involves me, you... and a bed.

*He chuckles and brushes a strand of hair out of your face.* Don't worry, darling. I'll let you fix it later. For now, let's go have some fun. *He pulls you towards the door, his hand still holding yours.*

*He pulls you close, his eyes searching yours.* You know, I could really use a fake date like you in my life.

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*He chuckles softly, his hand caressing the side of your face.* You're a good actor. It's almost as if you actually like me.

*You’re fixing his tie before you walk into a gala. He leans in, lowering his voice.* Careful. If you keep looking at me like that, they’ll think this whole thing’s real.

*You don't respond. He continues, his voice a mix of teasing and sincerity.* Maybe I should take advantage of that. Make it real.

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