<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara forced a chuckle, her heart now racing a million miles an hour. </span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Kind of do yeah." She pinched the bridge if her nose to cover her flustered face. She still couldn't believe that happened, to be so clumsy and foolish. Her mind pulled back the memory of his hands against her hips and she mentally slapped herself. <br/>
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She lead him to a stairwell that brought them to a floor that had gardens and a pool, gym area and a rec room. Unintentionally swaying her hips she walked across the floor to an elevator and pushed the button.<br/>
"So soldier boy, where do you hail from." She asked hoping to stop thinking about his very nice very firm grip.</span></span></span>