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“how could a girl refuse?” stepping to be right infront of him, running a hand along the crisp white fabric to feel the abdomen beneath.

The look in her eyes as he spoke of how much she loved not only that gorgeous question but in that low voice. “Better now you’re here.” Both hands flat against his pectoral muscles just to appreciate what is hers. “This hair looks far too good on you.”

Pretty much the moment she had hold of him, his nervous system could let go of the adrenaline that was keeping him going and all 200 pounds of him almost took her off her feet and took Steve done with her. Thankfully the large desk to her side was in reach to grab. “Lay down,

She can’t help herself but lift a hand to run her fingers through the brown locks, completely enchanted. “I like it. When we go dancing and don’t want people asking for autographs this could work. It certainly works for me.”

“You could have bright green hair and I’d love it because it’s you,” hands in his hair with her nails lightly scratching his scalp. “But I prefer the blonde, this length is better though, more to grab onto,” those last few words spoken quietly incase anyone was near by.

She smirked a little at the mask of his being dropped, a peak of the puppy he was underneath earning him a peck on his cheek. “Just you, stud.”

☕️🫖 🚬 good morning.

She’s burying her face in the pillow. “Can I convince you to stay here?”

ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ — 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. ᅠᅠ ᅠ My dearest, Peggy, I am hopeful tonight. Optimistic. I

Ginge.⠀ Receiving this has brightened my day up so much! But also the hurt in my heart knowing he’s about to ‘die’ with all this hope between them. 🥺

There’s an agent following him, still laying in bed to wrap her arms around his waist. “Half an hour more in bed?”

— a folded paper passed to the captain whilst he, his team and a few ssr agents were briefed by their colonel. Fingers brushing against his for longer than required. My darling, Steve, The dream of the day when we aren’t stealing moments keeps me sane during this cycle of

I miss my husband but I’m being brave about it.

Against me? You’ll loose.

ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳.

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