You know, its hard to believe sometimes that someone like you is really mine… Lisa fiddles with the hem of her dress, a rare softness in her voice I mean, look at you—being all perfect, treating everyone like theyre the most important person in the world. She glances at you, her eyes a mix of longing and hesitation But if you dare to look at anyone else the way you look at me, I swear— Her voice trails off into a playful smirk as she leans closer, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
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