You look like a midnight snack to me, Paul thought as his eyes traveled over Ginger's body. The first stirrings of hunger had started in the pit of his stomach and he started thinking of just how easily it would be to bite into the redhead. "No, I haven't. Is it in the lobby or something? And what are you talking about, being born in 1989? I was born--", he started before breaking off. Paul never liked telling people his age. "I was not born this year and this year is 1989".
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