It was like being back there and living through it herself, listening to him tell the story and slip back into that old way of speaking. She could just picture a little scrawny Steve with that same devilish smile talking his best friend into crazy harebrained schemes to earn money. The handful the two of them must have been for Steve's mother - because that's how it worked with best friends, at least one of them was usually adopted into the other's family.
A slow smile spread across her face as she listened to that accent thicken and picked up on the bits of slang, and she sat up a little to prepare for what she was about to do. "I'm gonna bet no one's ever told you that it's incredibly hot when you go all kid from Brooklyn and talk like that," she said in her smooth southern drawl, voice pitched low and with a hint of sultry thrown in. "And that smile - sorry, sugar, I just can't help myself." She moved in to kiss him again, not quite as intensely as before, but enough so to prove her point.
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A slow smile spread across her face as she listened to that accent thicken and picked up on the bits of slang, and she sat up a little to prepare for what she was about to do. "I'm gonna bet no one's ever told you that it's incredibly hot when you go all kid from Brooklyn and talk like that," she said in her smooth southern drawl, voice pitched low and with a hint of sultry thrown in. "And that smile - sorry, sugar, I just can't help myself." She moved in to kiss him again, not quite as intensely as before, but enough so to prove her point.