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</div><b>Name: </b>Olivia Williams<br/><b>Age:</b>26<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Bisexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Seattle, Washington<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday, 5th July | Afternoon<br/><b>Location: Kitchen<br/>
Wearing: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpin.it%2F6X6I5D5&amp;hash=dd0f768c6660a38a412268103d135c16" href="https://pin.it/6X6I5D5" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Bikini</a><br/>
Coupled With:</b>Danny<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Ethan (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Liv smiled over the rim of her cup at him when he said that she was the best kind of distraction and he didn’t mind not getting anything done. She placed the cup down again and watched him as he spoke, her smile softening again.<br/><br/>When she straightened out his shirt, she could feel his muscles twitch underneath the thin fabric and had to force her hands not to linger for too long. She didn’t want him to think that she was some kind of creep feeling him up:<br/><br/>Her arms slid around his neck, hanging loosely on his shoulders “I’ve had some bad luck so far…” she said with a small smile, trying not to look as pathetic as she felt about getting dumped twice “I’d like that” she smiled and nodded her agreement when he suggested reclaiming her old bed. She had to admit, she felt lonely and isolated in the doghouse bed while everyone else slept in the bedroom with their partners.<br/><br/>Liv involuntarily gasped when he unexpectedly pulled her closer, her knees lifting up to his sides for balance. He asked if it looked like he wanted her to give him space and Liv’s smile widened again.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, meeting his gaze “Yes…” she exhaled slowly “My love language is touch and affection and I tend to go for guys with the opposite love language. Call it a bad judge of character, if you will” she shrugged one shoulder.<br/><br/>One of her arms bent and her hand started playing with the hair at the back of his head, weaving her fingers through them “What’s your love language?” She asked curiously, holding his gaze as her fingers continued their dance through his hair.