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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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If you didnt yet can you do wlw sae byeok alphabet please?

yess and also for @cassidyysblog requested as well but i deleted forgetting to take a ss of it💔

Sae byeok NSFW alphabet

⚠️strap on for girls but mainly for girls since she looks wuh luh wuh typeee⚠️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

So angelic with you, getting you food and water and even washing you up and cleaning everything else

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body part about you are your hands, she likes to hold the. and even play with your fingers when she’s bored, she also loves the hold your hand when she’s fucking you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes to swallow your cum a lot, sometimes she doesn’t fuck you for a week just to make you cum a lot more

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is wanting to record yall and maybe even start an OF (only fans)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she’s a little experienced she doesn’t have sex much but over all she does know what she’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she likes missionary because she likes staring down at you as she fucks you seeing every little expression

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

NEVER goofing off, you will never catch her laughing or making a joke, the only time she laughs is when she’s teasing and edging you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

she really don’t give a fuck about shaving, but she obviously shaves every now and than for you

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very into the moment, very focused

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

no comment but she barely masturbates, when i mean barely i mean almost never

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

not much just praising and degrading yk the basics

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in the house

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dirty talk

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything hardcore like wax play or fire play or anything to hurt you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she likes to give a lot and mainly focus on you but doesn’t mind if you want to focus on her for that session

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oo hunni.. bed shaking, bed breaking, headboard breaking, toes curling. i’m saying she’ll go ROUGH ROUGH but obviously goes gentle when you need it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

she’s down for a quick eat out or a finger fucking quickie

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not that really risky but if in public she’ll go for it if she really wants too

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

she can last MANY rounds and cums in about 30? minutes maybe longer

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

vibrator and strap on

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she likes to tease every now and than

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

low moans, groans and pants

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

probably makes you finger yourself infront of her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

the strap is 7 inches she has a longer one but thinks you aren’t ready for it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low, she’s not the type to have sex a lot unless you want it which you mainly do often but she doesn’t mind

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

maybe when she’s done taking care of you a quick nap or just waits till the night

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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be my valentine

synopsis: saebyeok didn’t know that she had to ask to be your valentine. how was she supposed to know, didn’t you being her girlfriend automatically make you her valentine?

warnings: fluff !

a/n: happy valentines day everyone!! very short fic but please enjoy ! xoxo ivy

on february 13th, when saebyeok stepped into the tiny shared apartment, you actually managed to catch her off guard. there you were, flowers and chocolate neatly arranged on the table, balloons in hand, your smile brighter than ever.

“kang saebyeok, will you be my valentine?” you asked, your tone playful, your eyes sparkling.

saebyeok blinked at you, her expression a mix of bewilderment and amusement, and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the look on her face.

“what’s wrong with you?” she asked, setting down her groceries. there was no irritation in her voice, just pure confusion.

“just answer the question, sae,” you teased, rolling your eyes while your smile never wavered. you extended the flowers toward her, your gesture earnest.

she paused for a beat, then mumbled, “i thought i was already your valentine. doesn’t being your girlfriend make me your valentine?” she stepped closer to you, her tone soft and questioning.

you chuckled, feeling your heart swell. “you are my girlfriend, but i wanted to ask anyway. so it’s official.” your smile widened as you felt her slip her hand into yours, the warmth of her touch grounding you. “this is sweet.” saebyeok mutters, her tone genuine and appreciative-as she buries her head in your neck, pressing her lips into your skin. you smile letting out a hum in response.

after you did this, saebyeok felt guilty she hadn’t even considered it. she was going to make sure you had the best valentines she could give you.

the next morning, when you woke up and walked into the living room, what you weren’t expecting was a giant teddy bear-and your girlfriend.

saebyeok stood next to the flowers, the bear and she was holding a box of chocolate. “happy valentines day baby.” saebyeok says, giving you that small shy smile. she did all this for you? it was something you could tell, was out of saebyeok’s comfort zone. but she didn’t care, she did it for you. the smile on your face, was more then enough for her to forget about the embarrassment.

you walked up to her, the biggest smile on your lips. when you pressed a soft kiss against her lips, she was quick to return in wrapping her hand around your waist. “you like it?” she muttered against your lips. “i love it.” you smiled softly up at her. “yeah?” saebyeok asked, voice low and raspy. “yeah. thank you.” you hummed.

the two of you enjoyed the rest of the day together, as official valentines.

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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ill post more edits here if u guys want me to!

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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Kiss It Better | K. Saebyeok

♡ pairing: 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

♡ genre: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 (18+)

♡ warning(s): 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

♡ summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨-𝘰𝘧-𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

♡ word count: 1.7𝘬

♡ a/n: 𝘐𝘔 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎. 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦

After the game of “Red Light, Green Light”, you convinced yourself that it was better to detach yourself from…everything, really. You would not make alliances unless absolutely necessary, and you most definitely wouldn’t form a personal connection with anyone in the game, no matter what.

That is, until you met her. You had first encountered her before the game of Tug-Of-War, when she asked you to join her team.

Your team ended up winning the game, but the traumatizing effect it had on all of you were almost palpable in the air as you rode the elevator down. This time, it wasn’t the guards doing the killing. You had all killed other innocent human beings by your very own hands.

As much as you had fought to remain detached, you couldn’t help but start shaking. Those people… they were just like you. They had a life too-

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t think like that.” she whispered in your ear. She grabbed your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Hey, look at me. There was nothing you could’ve done. Would you rather have been the one to die up there?”

You shook your head no.

“Exactly. So move on.”

She had a point, but that night, you were kept awake. Tossing and turning in your cold bunk, you couldn’t shake the memory of the blood-curdling screams of the other team as they fell to their deaths.

Finally, you decided to go to the bathroom and see if splashing your face with cold water would help. Once you got there, you were surprised to find the beautiful mystery girl from the Tug-Of-War game already there, leaning against the sinks with her back towards you.

You turned on the faucet of the sink next to hers, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same for you.”

You splashed cold water on your face and sighed heavily. You were right, it did help. You turned to her, briefly glancing at her perfect jawline before your eyes met hers, who you realized were already looking at you with brimming intensity.

“Listen, if you’re still thinking about that game - I already told you, there’s nothing you could’ve done. I’ve said it once, I don’t mind saying it a hundred times until I finally beat it into your head. It’s not your fault. And all that matters is we’re still alive.”

Her words comforted you more than she’d ever know, and you felt suddenly self-conscious. She was probably feeling some sort of trauma too, yet you had no words whatsoever that could possibly help her as much as she had helped you. So you simply offered her a small smile and whispered, “Thank you.”

Without thinking, you reached out, your hand slightly brushing against hers. When you weren’t met with any resistance, you hesitantly took her hand in yours. You were relieved to see that she didn’t pull away nor did she have any intention to - anytime soon, anyway.

She stepped towards you slowly, her eyes glancing to your lips before darting back up to your eyes. You could’ve sworn you saw an almost unnoticeable, rare hint of nervousness in her usually expressionless eyes as she asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, and you were sure she could hear your heart almost beating out of your chest. You nodded dumbly.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in and captured your mouth in a passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled together before you finally gave in and let her dominate you. Your hands found their way into her beautiful hair, pulling her impossibly closer.

She pulled back, panting. Desperate for more of her, you immediately moved down to suck and bite on her neck. Her eyes were glossed over with lust as she breathed out, “Kang Saebyeok.”

You paused, “What?”

“My name. It’s Saebyeok.” her lips twitched upward in a half-smirk, about to pull you back into another kiss, “So you know what to scream out later.”

You couldn’t hold back a choked moan at the implication.

What a beautiful name. How fitting.

Panting, you pulled away and pushed Saebyeok against the sink with a random burst of confidence. You reached down and pulled down her pants, your own need now masking any self-consciousness you felt earlier. After she nodded her permission, you slid two fingers inside her panties, and you sighed in satisfaction at the warmth and wetness that was already waiting for you. Her soft gasps filled the room as your fingers found her clit and gently pressed against it, already swollen with arousal.

You dropped to your knees and peeled off her underwear, exposing the pretty pink folds glistening wet. You moaned at the sight. “I dreamed of tasting you,” you murmured.

Saebyeok’s legs trembled slightly as she used her arms to brace herself against the sink, her eyes dark with lust. “Do it then,” her commanding voice managed to turn you on even more.

You definitely didn’t need any more encouragement. You leaned in, nose brushing against Saebyeok’s inner thigh as you inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. You proceeded to kiss your way up, teasing her sensitive skin with light touches, until you finally reached her dripping wet cunt. Your tongue swirled around her clit, tasting her addicting sweetness.

Saebyeok’s hands gripped the edges of the sink as she gasped in pleasure, her knuckles turning whiter by the second. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls. You felt a thrill of power surge through you, knowing that you had reduced this beautiful, dominant woman to a moaning mess just by your tongue.

Her taste was so intoxicating that it made you almost dizzy.

“Fuck,” Saebyeok moaned out, her hips bucking against your mouth. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

You placed your hands on the sides of her hips, holding her still as your tongue fucked deeper into her, teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh around Saebyeok’s clit. You felt a shiver run through Saebyeok’s body, and knew she was close. The taste of her was unbelievably addictive, but you wanted more.

“Say my name,” you stopped your ministrations to whisper out. The vibrations against her pussy made her squirm above you, but you kept her hips steady as you looked up at her, “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, Y/N I’m gonna come,” Saebyeok panted, her voice unusually tight as you continued to lap at her folds. “Oh, fuck, right there!”

All you did was hum in response. She could feel the orgasm building, and knew she couldn’t hold on much longer, not with your skilled tongue fucking her this good.

Saebyeok came with a strangled cry, her body arching into your mouth as she climaxed. You felt the warm, slick liquid fill your mouth and swallowed all of it hungrily, sucking at every last drop until she came down from her high.

She gently pulled you up to her feet, looking at you with lust-filled eyes. “Your turn,” she murmured. Before you could even catch your breath, Saebyeok captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, biting and tugging at your bottom lip.

With unsurprising strength, Saebyeok scooped you up and set you on top of the sink, your legs dangling over the edge. She stepped in between them, then removed your pants and underwear in one go. The sudden coolness sent a jolt through you, making you want to pull Saebyeok closer.

She leaned in to kiss you again, and you easily melted into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to her touch.

Saebyeok slid her hand between your legs, her fingers slipping into the wetness that had pooled there. You moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against her fingers as you wordlessly begged for more. The sound seemed to fuel something in Saebyeok.

“You’re so wet for me,” Saebyeok said against your lips, her voice a low growl.

You could only whimper in response, your hands fisting through her hair as you felt your climax building. The sensation of Saebyeok’s fingers moving inside you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, was almost too much to bear.

“I’m gonna make you come,” Saebyeok whispered, her eyes never leaving yours. “You’re gonna scream my name.”

You nodded frantically. “Please,” you begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Make me come, Saebyeok.”

Saebyeok smirked, her eyes full of satisfaction, and her thumb began to circle your clit with skillful pressure while her fingers continued to roughly thrust into you. Each stroke sent shivers of pleasure shooting through your body, making your legs tremble.

Your moans grew louder, echoing through the quiet, empty bathroom. You could feel the orgasm rising. “Oh,” you gasped, your head falling back. “Saebyeok, I’m going to…”

“Come for me,” Saebyeok ordered. Her fingers didn’t even slow down as she worked you closer to the edge.

The words were like a dam breaking, and with a loud moan, you came. Your body convulsed, muscles spasming around Saebyeok’s fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. You had never felt so alive, so exposed, so utterly consumed by another person.

Saebyeok didn’t stop her ministrations, fingering you through your high. She watched with a smug smile as your eyes rolled back, your breath coming in ragged pants. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her thumb pressing firmly on your clit.

Once she had wrung every last ounce of ecstasy from you, Saebyeok slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes never leaving yours. She brought her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the taste of you on her tongue. The sight almost made you cum again on the spot.

Legs weak and trembling, you slid off the counter, pulling Saebyeok closer for another kiss. It was softer this time, nothing like what you had been doing just seconds ago.

She pulled away first and rested her forehead on yours.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered, a hint of sadness barely noticeable in your voice.

“Me too,” she replied, grabbing a paper towel and wiping the two of you clean. She pulled her own bottoms back on, then helped you into yours.

The two of you agreed that she would walk out first, then you would go after a few minutes in order not to raise suspicion. When you entered the dormitory, you were glad to see that people were still fast asleep, no one awake to hear yours and Saebyeok’s moans - thankfully, because in hindsight, yours were embarrassingly loud.

You settled comfortably back into your sheets and fell asleep with a small smile, for once not worried about what was to come in this hellhole, as long as you had Saebyeok by your side.

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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Kang Sae-byeok headcanons because I’m ill for her.

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Sae would chew on the neck of her shirt when nervous/stressed. Not even realizing she’s doing it. Just, instinctively

I could see her being a sucker for piercings/tattoos. (She has venom tongue piercings and you cant prove me wrong. We never see her tongue therefore it could be canon)

I feel like she’d both be a really bad cook but simultaniously also an okay cook. Depends on her mood honestly.

really fucking clingy in the mornings. Not letting her partner get out of bed. And incoherently grumbling to them about her disliking of it if they do.

i feel like she wouldnt really like holidays, but for her partner’/Cheol’s sake. She tries to get whatever it is that either’s been wanting (whether it be a toy, game, or whatever). Usually, every other christmas or birthday, she gets detained for a day or two from the amount of pickpocketing she’s done to pay for said gifts.

I feel like she’d really love to ‘play wrestle’ with her partner. Tackling them to the ground or onto the mattress and tickling them till they surrender

I could see her really preferencing the real shitty off brand beers rather than name brand.

She could play the Fuck out of a guitar.

I feel like she’d try to quit pickpocketing for her partner’s (and Cheol’s) sake, though successful, still pickpockets on occasion out of habit.

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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(f) squid game twitter nsfw links

KANG SAE-BYEOK

— eating your pretty pussy

— overstimulating

— grinding against her

— her love language

SE-MI

— playing with your tits

— strap-on

— riding her

— she LOVES your body (image)

— her slut

KIM YOUNG-MI

— sharing is caring

— fingering her

— fucking her senseless

— riding you

KANG NO-EUL

— makeout session

— she loves your tits

— her good girl (image)

— first time using a strap-on

JI-YEONG

— scissoring

— stress relief

— your gift for her (image)

(note : i tried my best y’all. idk much about sex stuff but i hope y’all liked it ♡.)

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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Sea Byeok Twitter links plzzz Cause she’s literally my wife.💗💗💗

ofc🥰

Sae byeok twitter links

warnings: porn

Fingering you

sucking your tits after the games

pegging you

fingering you while sucking your tits

taking you for a trip just to do this

taking it slow for you

fucking you a bit rough

making you ride her fingers

pussy grinding

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rotting20077 · 4 months ago

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K. Տᗩᗴ-ᗷYᗴOK ᒍᗴᗩᒪOᑌՏY ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎՏ

-Տᖴᗯ ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎՏᖴᗯ-

✧ ° • ✧ ° • ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

❃ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

❃ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❃ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sᴏᴍᴇ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　

sғᴡ

- ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴛᴀʀᴇ: ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ғʟɪʀᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ’s ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ—ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴀʀᴘ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ.

- sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ’s ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ᴍᴀ��ɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ.

- ɪᴄʏ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ’s ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs, sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ᴜɴᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ. ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢʀᴜғғ, “ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- ᴘᴀssɪᴠᴇ-ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ғʟɪʀᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sɴᴀʀᴋʏ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ, “ɢᴜᴇss sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜɪɴᴛ” ᴏʀ “ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ? ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ.”

- ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ʜᴇʀs: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ. sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴏʀ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ—sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs.

- sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʟʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴜɴ ʜᴇʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴀ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ.

- ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ: sʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢs, ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ’s sᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ.

- ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀɪᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, sᴀᴇʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴏғғ-ʟɪᴍɪᴛs.

- ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴇᴛ sᴏғᴛ: ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ʙʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ, “ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs.” ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ, “ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.”

- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇs: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ, sʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ—ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀs.

- ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇɴᴇss, ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ.

- ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs: ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀᴏssᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴ, ᴄᴀʟᴍʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏғғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴀʀᴘ, “ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғғ. sʜᴇ’s ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.”

- ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴏᴜᴛʙᴜʀsᴛs: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ’s ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴘᴇʀsɪsᴛᴇɴᴛ ғʟɪʀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ sɴᴀᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ’ᴅ ɢʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ “ɪᴅɪᴏᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ” ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ.

- ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇss: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ-ғᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜsᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀ, “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs.”

- ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛɪғʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs, ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇɴᴇss ᴛᴜʀɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇɴᴇss.

- sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢғᴜʟ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇs: sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ, “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ,” ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜsᴛs ʏᴏᴜ.

- ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, sᴀᴇʙʏᴇᴏᴋ’s ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇɴᴇss sᴛᴇᴍs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs. sʜᴇ’ᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀ��ᴇᴅ.

ɴsғᴡ

- ᴀssᴇʀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs: ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ғʟɪʀᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ʜᴇʀ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ’s ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ sᴀʏɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ’s ᴍɪɴᴇ. ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴋɪss ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴘ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ.

- ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴘʀᴏxɪᴍɪᴛʏ: sʜᴇ’ᴅ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ, sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ: “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?” ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ ɪs ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ ʀʜᴇᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

- ᴋɪss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ᴛᴏᴏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴋɪss—ɴᴏᴛ sʟᴏᴘᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ, ᴇɴsᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ's ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ-ᴘᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴋɪss, sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ sᴡᴏʟʟᴇɴ.

- ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ: ɪғ sʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ. “ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ,” sʜᴇ’ᴅ sᴀʏ, ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ.

- ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs: sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ғʟɪʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ—ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ’s ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ sᴍɪʀᴋ, sᴀʏɪɴɢ, “ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs.” ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏɴ ɪғ sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ғʟɪʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

- ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: ɪғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ғʟɪʀᴛʏ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀsᴋs, “ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?” ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ, sʜᴇ'ʟʟ sʟɪᴘ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴋɪʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴜɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

- ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ: ɪғ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ɢʀᴀʙ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀɪɴɢ, “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴀʀɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ?” sᴀғᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

- ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋs: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ-ғᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴋs—ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ, ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀʙᴏɴᴇ, ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ—ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇᴅ. ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏs ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ sᴜʀᴇ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɢʜs. ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀ ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜɴᴛ. (ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴜ sʜᴇ's ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs)

- sᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏs: sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴄᴇɴᴇ; ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, sʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ʟᴏʟ ɪ'ᴍ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ's ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs. sʜᴇ's ᴄᴜᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀsᴛs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ.

- ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛᴜʀᴇ sʜɪғᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ’s ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs. sʜᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀs ɪғ sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ɢᴏᴇs ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ɪs ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ's ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs. ᴅᴏɢɢɪᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ.

- ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴋɪssᴇs: sʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜ�� ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʏ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ɪs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ.

- ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʙᴜʀsᴛs: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ-ғᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀᴀʙ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪss ʏᴏᴜ ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇɴᴛ-ᴜᴘ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs sᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ, ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.

- ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴇᴀsɪɴɢ: ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ. “ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ.” sʜᴇ's ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴡᴏ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

- sʟᴏᴡ, ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ-ᴜᴘ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ғᴀᴅᴇs, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ғɪʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. "ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴍʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ." sʜᴇ's ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋɪssᴇs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀʀsʜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ sᴇx.

- sᴏғᴛ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss ɪɴ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.”

- ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ’s ᴄᴀʟᴍᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴛʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ sᴏғᴛ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs, “ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ."

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