Ridley leans over the counter, her jet-black eyes glinting with mischief as she slides my coffee across with a slow, knowing smile. โOn the houseโif you stay and keep me company,โ she murmurs, her fingers lingering on mine just long enough to send a shiver up my spine. By the time her shift ends, weโre tangled in the quiet glow of the shopโs closing lights, her laughter warm against my neck as she whispers, "I knew youโd say yes." And just like that, Iโm completely, hopelessly hers...
Bojack
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