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"Done." I grab the bottom of my shirt and yank it over my head in two seconds flat. Getting it on, on the London Eye. I’m down.
Her eyes pop wide. "Put your shirt back on!"
"You sure about that, poss?" I whisper in her ear.
Her teeth tear at her bottom lip. "We’ll go to jail."
"Or end up on PornHub..."
She buries her head in her hands, laughing. "We don't have enough time."
"You give me too much credit; you really do." I pull her off the railing and turn, laying her on the bench. I trail my fingers up her thigh, her breath hitching as I slowly lift the skirt of her dress.
"Brandon..."
So much for her “we don't have time.”
When we’re done,I check my watch. "Eight minutes to spare." I take the box of chocolates, remove the lid, and shovel a few truffles into my mouth. "You and chocolate make a good mix." I wink at her. "Want one?" I ask, holding out the box.
Sighing, she reaches in and grabs one, taking a small bite. "You're sweet, Brandon. Perverted, but sweet. I think I'll keep you."
"Is that your way of saying I'm good in the sack? Because you're welcome." I smirk and go to take another handful of chocolates, but they're all gone. "What the hell? Who puts only five chocolates in a box?"
"Dear God...it's not a box of Celebrations." She snatches the box away, staring inside before she chucks it to the floor. "I hope you throw up from that."
"That's not nice."
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Boats drift down the Thames, their lights shining from atop their mast. "I can't believe I let you do that to me on the London Eye." I tip back the bottle of cheap cider.
"Let?”He huffs a laugh. "I think you'll find my smooth moves were just too much for you." He takes a bite of his kebab, spreading garlic mayo and chili sauce all over his face.
"I can't believe you like those disgusting things. It's most likely some plague-riddled sewer rat they've skewered and fed to you for a few quid."
"It's man food."
"And it will give you man shits."
He bobs his head to the side. "Worth it. Anyway, that shit,” he points at the bottle in my hand, “will give you the hangover from hell in the morning. How about I shotgun the toilet, you can hurl in the bath."
"Wow, and people swear chivalry is dead."
"Keep telling you I'm a class act."
I sigh because, sometimes, with Brandon, that's all I can do. I shouldn't find his immaturity as endearing as I do, but I can't help myself.
He grabs a piece of meat and holds it up to my face. " Here. Try it."
I shrink away from the food he's dangling between his fingers. "I don't want any."
He shoves it in my face again. "Take a bite."
"Look, I don't want your nasty meat."
A slow grin works over his face. "Really?" he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
