*********** Lydia ***************<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"How dare ya imply I'm drunk.. I can handle maself quite well.. For the light's sake..I'm tha owner of a bar, And only had like a pint or 4, maybe 5.. Ya not be getting me under tha table with only a half a bottle of rum.. <i>Love</i> <br/>
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And ya definitely.. Not gonna be seeing ma room, anytime soon..."<br/>
</span><br/>She looked at him, and suddenly raised her hand to take a firm hold on his chin and turned his head so that he would look right into her eyes. She didn't knew however that, that little gesture made her all warm and weak inside, his face so close to hers and his hand holding hers as she stood there trying to take control of the situation. And actually only succeeded in losing more control with every passing minute. She wasn't drunk, she more then tipsy though. And the whole ordeal of him protecting her, and practically saving her life hadn't left her thoughts untouched.. She suddenly realised something incredibly scary.. For the first time in her life, she was actually longing for a mans...<br/><br/><br/>.. kiss.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>