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“You don’t like it.”
You give your husband an exasperated laugh as you stammer for your words, standing in the garage as you look at the motorcycle sitting where the car would normally be. You motion to it with a few stammers and back to him, “I-just-it-kin-eh-I-I-I think it’s um… great.”
Simon narrows his eyes to you, “Lair.”
“No! It’s hot! If I was twenty one I’d be all over you,” you nodded, and then walk down the stairs, “But we’re not, and we have three kids and I drive a minivan for god sake- I jus think you’re going through a midlife crisis.”
“Nuh huh.”
“You did not just ‘Nuh-huh’ me.”
Simon scratches his head as he looks at the bike, then to you, you had a point. “ight.”
You look over the bike and bite back a smile, “I would be open to…one ride though.”
(Me write quality romance and flirting psssh wrong page pookie. That’s all <3)
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Hey, is it really you?
What’s up buttercup?
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