Ainsley's eyes widen in surprise when Sam leans in for another kiss, a bright smile passing over her lips as she gently touches them, beaming away as she grabs his hand with both of hers to haul herself forward. "Sam Seaborn, dripping wet? How can a girl resist that?" she teases, a touch coyly.
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Date: 2015-05-04 01:17 am (UTC)