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( Lips brush against his, not quite a kiss. ) Don't you think a live model would work better?

You're finding inspiration in photos of me in my lingerie? ( Tilting her head, setting the photos down in her lap. )

Maybe I don't want you going through my things. ( Clutching the stack to her chest, a teasing kind of smile on her face. )

Mhm. A few months before you started showing up at the diner. ( Plucking the rest of the photos from the shoot out of his hands. )

There was a sale for a boudoir shoot ... I don't know, I thought it would be fun. I was a little embarrassed about it, though.

This is a little embarrassing ...

He's so pretty.

( His words make her smile. ) I think you're a little biased, my love.

Practicing my audition. I hope I get this one. Antigone is one of my favourites.

“ She is the embodiment of the only consolation tragedy can offer — that in certain heroic natures unmerited suffering and death can be met with a greatness of soul which, because it is purely human, brings honour to us all. ” You guessed right, it's Antigone.

Unwept, unwed, unloved I go. The road is there before me, this light of day is not for my eyes anymore. Who will lament me? No one will lament me.

It'd be nice if we had a real fireplace, one day.

( Thumb presses into the flat of his tongue, fingers curled under his chin to tilt it upward. Familiar warmth pooling in her belly at the sight. ) Hmm?

( Smiling soft at the pet name, thumb caressing the soft plush of his bottom lip. ) What are you doing down there, anyway?

You are a fool, anyway. ( Teasing lilt to her voice, tucking strands behind his ear, before digits caress the curve of his jaw. )