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It's been about a month since I met Ella. And, well... I proposed to her. She wasn't sure, and it hurt a bit to hear that, but I can wait until she knows for sure. I also took a pill...

Storm continued to his place of work, and did his job as the manager of the music shop inside. A few customers had the nerve to proclaim that he didn't do anything at the store, but what did they...

"Sorry, I have a weird way of thinking. When I usually get what I want, it's just so I'll leave them alone, and I just kinda figured... well... yeah.. Anyways, back to what I was doing." He leaned...

He gave her a small kiss. "It is what I want. However, if it's not what you want, I can wait."

He leaned over to her and huskily whispered in her ear, "I'll give you a hint. It involves me, you, and this bed."

"What do you think I mean?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, but lowered it when he realized that she was looking away.

"Are you an option?" He asked jokingly.

It's all good.

He chuckled. " "No idea.com"? That's new."

"I dunno. This was only a temporary solution to our boredom."

"A bet is a bet..." said Hope as he stood up and took them off. Blushing, he sat back down. "And I always follow through with my bets..."

He stopped. "Fine." he pouted and looked down, soon enough realizing that he was still in his boxers. 'Well... I did lose...'

"Then you leave me no choice." He then continued his tickle attack.

He paused,fingers on her side. "will you tell me?"

"Three." He finished as he pounced on her and started tickling her.

He paused in his counting. "I actually forgot what I was going to guess, thus the me counting to get you to tell me cause im absolute rubbish at guessing." Hope stated.

A smile started to grow on his face as he rose another finger. "Twoooooooooooooooo." He wasn't going to give in. Sides, a beautiful half-naked girl being tickled by you? Almost every guys dream.

His eyes started to glint with mischievous thoughts. "I'll give you to the count of three." He said as he raised a finger. "One."

He smiled and shook his head no. "You are not getting out if it that easily. I asked first anyways."

"I think I did, but I wanna know if I'm right, so continue please?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Unless... what?"

"Shit." He whispered to himself. He really didn't want to lose, but showed his hand of twenty anyway.

He dealt out one final hand for them both. The only thing they both had on were their under clothes, and this would be the final hand, unless she counted them as different articles of clothing...

He looked at his hand. "Black jack. Pants off!"

He dealt out his cards and prayed for a good hand.