#Nick Torres

[toboldlymuppet]

im love them your honor

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New Years Bingo Card 2024: Office Party - Nick Torres x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @whateversomethingbruh @district447 @lovebookheart @stelacole

The NCIS holiday party is torture.

Usually Nick likes a good social occasion but he’s one year sober and you're wearing that dress, the one that hugs your curves in all the right places. It drives him absolutely crazy because all he wants to do is get down on his knees and worship at your alter.

“Earth to Nick.” McGee clicks his fingers in front of his face and suddenly he’s back in a conversation about…

Nick has no fucking idea because his attention is immediately returning to you, to Dale Sawyer as he leans in close, tipping up your chin, looking into your eyes. His jaw clenches, his fist balling because Sawyer doesn’t get to touch you like that, no one does.

This is the problem with dating under the radar, people don’t know that you’re his. It frustrates him because all Nick wants to do is scream it to the goddamn world but you, you’re not ready yet. It’s different for women in law enforcement he knows, especially rising stars like you.

You disengage before he can make a scene, drawing away, leaving Sawyer hanging. Nick dogs your footsteps down the corridor, stalking you as you enter Ducky’s, leaving the lights off as you do. He’s follows you inside, closing the door behind him, turning the lock on the handle.

“You looked like you’re about to lose your shit.” You say conversationally, your fingertips smoothing over his chest through his Henley and Nick’s dark eyes meet yours, burning like coals.

“I don’t like other men touching you.” He rasps, his hands coming to rest on your hips, dragging you against him. “Especially him.”

There’s always been this feud between him and Sawyer. He’s the spry, new puppy, bright eyed, eager to please and Nick’s the old dog you can’t teach new tricks.

“Nick.” You sigh. “You don’t have to…”

But Nick doesn’t care for the chastisement, he just needs you to know who you belong to, when he’s in the room, when he’s not. His mouth covers yours and he drinks down your words like the finest of wines, savouring every drop. His hands thread through your hair as you yield to him, his tongue licking into your mouth, a filthy, unspoken promise of what’s to come. You moan under the onslaught, grinding against his muscular thigh as he jams it between your legs.

“That’s it baby.” He whispers against your lips, gathering your hair up in his fist and tugging it just right. “Ride it for me, soak my jeans.”

The noise you make, its though to drive a man to madness as your clit rubs against the rough denim, your wetness smearing across the fabric.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.” He murmurs, his mouth ghosting over your jaw. “Were you hoping to get fucked tonight?”

You don’t answer, you can’t because his fingers are in your mouth, thrusting in and out the same way his dick did this morning before he fucked you in the shower. You start to moan around his digits, your movements becoming more stunted, more frantic.

“You’re going to come for me mi alma.” Nick tells you, his fingers slipping from your mouth before delving underneath your dress. “And I hope he fucking hears it.”

His fingertips tease over that pink rosebud, parting the delicate petals just before he dips inside you. He presses that delicious little sweet spot and that flower, it fucking blossoms. Your sweet honey drenches his hand as you bit down on his shirt, trying to stifle the sound of your ecstasy. Nick withdraws his fingers, pulling your head back with his fist as he smears that sweet nectar across your lips, watching as they glisten before he kisses you.

That taste, he can’t get enough if it. He fucking dreams about it on the nights he has to alone in his bed fucking his fist. He guides you back against the door before he falls to his knees in front of you, his palms guiding that dress over your hips.

“This time…” He murmurs, his gaze locked on yours as his thumb traces lightly over your clit. “This time I want to hear you to say my name when you come.”

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[n-evermores]

NCIS ━ 22.10: Baker's Man

[onlyhereforangst]

but as she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

[delespresso]

CAN'T SLEEP ━━ Nick Torres x fem!reader (requested)

author's note; kinda short but also my first time writing for nick! a little different style but i hope you liked it :)) also, very sorry for the late posting and response to requests. i started college and it's been kicking my ass. i finally found a bit of time to write something and just started going thru my inboxes. again, so sorry!!

prompts; “without you, i can't sleep” from after hours

summary; nick was usually alright with being alone, until he found her

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Nick Torres had spent years deep undercover. When he returned to Washington and got a spot in a real team, something more stable and permanent, it took a while to get used to.

He was always on the go. Hardly having any time to process anything for himself other than for a mission. So his life was alone. He'd never felt quite lonely, it was just a process to him.

Until he had a taste of having someone that brought back the joy of dancing, of late night movie runs, of mundane grocery shopping.

It wasn't what he'd expected when they had a new forensic analyst on their team. And he never thought much into it.

It was when she'd started coming over. It started because she needed a place to stay when her apartment was closed off due to some sort of gas leak. Then it became a few movie nights where she'd stay over because they fell asleep on the couch together.

Those nights always ended up with him waking up in the morning with her cuddled up in his arms. Like a natural gravitational pull where somehow, he didn't kick her off in his sleep. The sleepovers became frequent, but it was completely innocent. For once, he had someone sleeping with him without having had sex beforehand.

And by God, it was surprisingly nice.

When she stopped coming over for two weeks, it felt too quiet. He realised he hated it — even if the nights they spent together were typically on his couch by accident. But he couldn't quite sleep in his bed when she wasn't around either.

So on a whim, he decided to go downstairs to the lab at the office to find her. He even had a box of donuts in hand — as if it were a bribe of some sort as he started calling out for her. Her usual playlist was playing in the background, some upbeat pop that she never stopped playing.

“Hi!”

She popped out of nowhere, taking off her glasses and setting down the glue gun in hand. He raised his brows as he looked at her, amused by her typical random behaviour.

“Hey you. What's falling apart this time?” He mused as he joined her at her station.

She only clicked her tongue, waving him off.

“I'm building a shelf.”

“With a hot glue gun?” He questioned as he held up the mentioned equipment.

“Shut up. Why are you here?”

It waa just like her to switch the topic so easily. Nick couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes surprisingly and unknowingly fond as he looked at her.

“Brought you donuts,” he said as he nudged the box in her direction.

The way she easily perked up at that made his heart flutter like a little schoolboy.

“And I wanted to ask if you wanted to come binge watch something stupid again,” he added.

She glanced up at him, leaning her hip against her station as she raised her brows in question. It had been a while since their last movie night. They'd both gotten a little busy.

“What movie?”

“Whatever you want.”

The way she smiled was enough to tell him her answer. And definitely enough to send his heart into overdrive.

They left work together that evening, going over to his place where they had pizza delivered and the movie was put on. She'd chosen to watch Twilight — and he secretly enjoyed it. Even if he'd never admit it to her.

Somewhere through the second movie, she'd inched closer to him. Her head fell against his shoulder as his arm naturally moved to wrap around her.

It was comfortable. It was perfect, really. Nick turned his head a little, enough to nuzzle the top of her head.

“You should come over more often,” he muttered against her hair.

She hummed, a little sleepy by now but still coherent enough to ask why.

“Guess you're my sleeping pill,” he replied quietly, as they ended falling asleep snuggled up on his couch again.

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Somebody better be dead or dying.

NCIS 22x04 Sticks & Stones

[fictionalcraze]

" I may not be your father, But will always be your dad"

I have always loved this quote.. One of the reasons I love Gibbs so much is because of the kind of father figure he was to his team.. He may have lost his biological child but he found himself so many children along the years and gave them the kind of father's love they never got from their own father's... He once again found a child to love in his team and in return they found a dad.. I think this is what made ncis so special and beautiful... People choosing eachother and loveing eachother despite not being blood.. family is indeed not just DNA... Gosh.. i miss this man so much...

[benedettabeby]

Photos Ducky has in his office 😭❤️

[ghostiebugbooks]

I caught up on the original NCIS recently. I absolutely LOVE the show, so much. I never expected it to mean so much to me. I'm now watching NCIS: New Orleans.

[theoceanandthestars]

Stand By Your Man

A/N Inspired by the song ‘Stand By Your Man’ and a vanilla custard filled choux bun I had recently that I can’t stop thinking about. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Summary: After Parker, who your beginning to develop a crush on, discovers your hidden talent, you go undercover at a country bar to find a suspect.

Word Count: 2391

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You’d regretted revealing your hidden talent to Alden Parker the minute it had slipped from your lips. It was a moment of weakness on your part. You had initially rejected the agent as Gibbs’ replacement, you told yourself it was because he was too cheery and not as professional as Gibbs, but you knew that your resentment for Parker was, in reality, the manifestation of your sadness at Gibbs leaving and Parker taking his place meant that he really was gone. However, after a particularly hard case which ended with Parker offering you a vanilla custard filled choux bun from a bakery he had found on the drive back to the NCIS building. Your resentment had completely crumbled and amongst the praises for the pastry, in what you believe was a sugar induced moment of insanity, you had confessed your talent for singing to the older agent as a type of olive branch, who had been trying to encourage you to divulge a secret talent to him for the entirety of the case. The grin on his face was what immediately triggered a sense of regret within you, wishing that the pastries’ ability to loosen your lips hadn’t worked and it was that same grin that reignited that flame of regret within you 4 weeks later, when Parker told you that you would all be going undercover at a Country Bar. It was that grin that told you everything you needed to know in a matter of microseconds.

It was that grin that you could still see now as you were standing, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white flowy bell sleeved top and cowboy boots, being handed a microphone to go and sing on the stage of your suspect’s favourite hangout.

Parker had argued that it was imperative that the team could see every face within the bar in order to find the suspect and that the only way to truly do that was to have someone on stage and the rest of the team sat around the bar. You, on the other hand, had not felt the same and had rolled your eyes while Torres sniggered at your annoyance, promising to film the whole thing so he could torture you with it, following Parker’s divulgence of your talent to the rest of the team as well as his plan to catch the suspect. You had silently thanked McGee for not mentioning that he had in fact already heard you sing, (after an evening out drinking with him, DiNozzo and Bishop had led you all to a karaoke bar, which in turn had led to some very questionable renditions of many, many songs), not wanting to have to explain your karaoke too.

But as hard as you tried you couldn’t really be mad at Parker and truthfully you did think that Parker’s plan made sense, it was subtle, you could find the suspect without him realising you were looking for him and keep his attention away from whoever ended up grabbing him in the crowded bar.  Over the past four weeks you had softened to Parker, accepting that while he was replacing Gibbs in terms of his job, he was so different from him that he could never take his place. You liked to think of it as a different place, just as good as Gibbs but in different ways. Unfortunately for you during the past four weeks as well as coming to terms with Gibbs’ absence and Parker’s arrival, you had started to develop a crush on your boss. A crush you were almost certain he didn’t reciprocate.

You took a breath and shook your hair slightly before returning your mind back to your current situation, thanking the man who had handed you the microphone before the band began to play the song you had chosen to sing. As the music started to flow to your ears you calmed, the familiarity of the feeling settling in. It’s not that you hate singing in front of people, it’s more that you would rather just gouge your eyes out than have to sing in-front of your co-workers and boss/crush.

‘Sometimes its hard to be a woman’, the words flowed out your mouth effortlessly. As you continued, you shifted your focus from the words you were singing to the faces in the bar, scanning each one for the face of your suspect. However, after a few lines, you realised that there was no way you could get a clear read on half the faces in the bar without getting closer.

So, despite the resistance of every fibre of your being, you stepped of the stage and started to walk around the bar as you continued to sing. At first it was just a brush of your hand to someone’s shoulder so they would lift their gaze and you could see their face, but after a minute of singing you began to get bolder. As you continued to move around the room you found yourself sliding on the edge of the booth McGee was sat at, who like you had been searching for your suspect, and found yourself wrapping your arm over his right shoulder, directing the words of the song at him, and leaning your head on his other shoulder. This elicited a chuckle as he laughed softly at you. If you were being forced to do this, you were at least going to have some fun.

After moving away from McGee, you continued to make your way through the packed bar, the eyes of all the patrons now focused entirely on you, the words of the song falling effortlessly from your lips, and unbeknownst to you wowing the entire bar full of people, including your team. Unlike Jess, who had never doubted your ability to sing, Torres was in utter disbelief, still holding his phone recording you like he had promised, but now with the knowledge that there was very little to tease you with. McGee, on the other hand, was not surprised by your beautiful singing at all, after all, he had heard you sing drunk all those years go with him, Tony and Ellie and he knew if you sounded that good while that drunk, and you had all been very drunk, that sober your voice must be angelic.

Meanwhile, Parker’s gaze had stopped moving around the bar and instead fixed itself on you. When you had admitted to him that you could sing he had thought you would instantly take it back, and from the look on your face at the time he could tell you regretted it. He knew that you, like Torres, were having trouble adjusting to him taking over from Gibbs, but over the past few weeks both of you had been getting on very well. So well in fact, that he had developed somewhat of a crush on you, however, he also convinced himself that being your boss, as well as much older than you, made this crush entirely irresponsible and wrong, besides he was almost certain that you didn’t reciprocate it. In this moment though, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had been stunned into silence when he had first seen your outfit as you ran into the elevator which he had just gotten into, as you were about to go to the bar. The words he wanted to say, that you looked beautiful, had sat at the back of his throat and instead he opted for a smirkish smile as he told you he liked the outfit, to which you had rolled your eyes gently while chuckling softly, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks at the fact he had even commented on the outfit.  Now Parker was watching as you continued to move around the bar in his direction, admiring your voice and attempting to ignore the way his heart beat faster when you walked over to him as you sang, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you placed yourself on his lap.

After singing a few lines of the song sitting on Parker’s lap, which was something you knew you would regret instantly the moment you did it, you forced yourself to get up and continue to search the bar as you sang. You were surprised for several reasons when you had sat on Parker’s lap. Firstly, you surprised yourself that you would do something that bold, but more importantly to you, you were surprised by Parker’s reaction, he had smiled at you, laughed softly and placed his arm around your waist, holding you close to him. An action you were sure had caused your heart to stop beating momentarily.

As you continued to sing you tried to shake the thoughts of Parker out of your mind, convincing yourself that he, like you, was undercover, he was just playing the role. Suddenly though you were snapped out of your spiralling as you caught sight of the man you had been searching for, who was staring at you. The suspect was sitting with another man, also looking directly at you. You moved over to them trying not to rush and maintain your cover.

As you reached them, you placed your hand on the man’s shoulder, turning to make eye contact with Nick, McGee, Jess and Parker, as you empathised the words of the song, ‘stand by your man’. You had chosen the song for this specific reason, that when you found the suspect, it would be easy to tell the team where he was. That and the fact that it was a short song and you didn’t want to have to sing longer than necessary.

After receiving nods from all the team, you removed your hand from his shoulder and walked back to the stage, with only a few lines left to sing. As you finished singing and the room burst into applause, the team quickly moved towards the man, their actions hidden from him by the applause, before grabbing and arresting him. The rest of the bar remained mostly oblivious thanks to the noise that was no being created.

You received a small rush from both the applause you received, and the relief that the suspect was now in custody. But as quickly as you had been handed the mic, you handed it back to the same man who had previously given it to you and rushed to the entrance of the bar to catch up with your team. As you left the bar and got outside the first thing you saw was Tim and Jess, who were putting the suspect into one of the cars, but you couldn’t see Parker or Torres. That was until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as Nick began to tell you how he was never actually going to tease you, which he definitely was going to do, and sang your praises. Eventually after he came down from the apparent high he was on after you singing, he jogged over to McGee, still giggling slightly, while you just shook your head and smiled.

Not a second later did Parker join you, after having disappeared somewhere, retuning with a box under his arm as he clapped softly, causing you to laugh and blush rather furiously.

‘When you told me you could sing, I assumed you could carry a tune, I didn’t expect you to have the voice of an angel.’

‘Thank you’ you blushed even more at his compliment, avoiding meeting his eyes, ‘just don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, I don’t think I could handle that’ you added pointedly.

He chuckled, ‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy, now they’ve heard you sing’, he gestured to the team, who were still chatting amongst themselves, occasionally glancing over at you and Parker, ‘they are going to try and get you to every chance they get’. This caused you both to chuckle.

‘Oh god’ you groaned, ‘I hadn’t thought of that’, eliciting yet another laugh from Parker, before he moved the box he had perched under his arm and held it in front of you.

‘But since you’ll probably never be given a break from this now, I got you this’ he stated opening the lid of the box to reveal one of the same vanilla custard filled choux buns he had given you all those weeks ago when you first confessed to him your talent.

Your eyes widened in excitement upon seeing the choux bun, taking it out the box and moaning as you took a bite of it. ‘This makes it all worth it’ you smiled, content with the pastry in your hand and completely touched by the gesture.

Meanwhile, by the van the other three agents continued to watch you and Parker after giving up on just sneaking glances at the pair of you.

‘Aww’ Jess cooed as they watched Parker give you the pastry he had bought especially for you, ‘Do you think they realise how much they like each other? Or just how obvious it is?’ she then asked the two men next to her.

‘Oh they have no clue’, answered Nick immediately, smirking as he watched you both.

‘Yeah they’re oblivious. I’m pretty sure they both think the other one doesn’t fell the same’ added Tim, returning his gaze to the two agents in front of him.

‘They’re the only ones who don’t see how much they like each other; I mean it’s pretty obvious to literally anybody else’ added Nick.

‘What’s obvious?’, you asked as you and Parker had made your way over to the three agents standing in a huddle as you continued to eat the choux bun in your hand. Jess and Tim looked like deer caught in headlights, but Nick began to smirk.

‘We were just saying how oblivious people can be sometimes’, looking directly at you and Parker who were both proving his point and being entirely oblivious, adorning expressions of confusion as he then added, ‘you know like the suspect, just sitting their not realising he was about to be arrested by the five agents in the bar.’

‘Oh right’

‘Yeah, that makes sense’.

Both yours and Parker’s answers were met with small giggles and nudges as you all began to move into the cars, which once again the pair of you where oblivious to.

Part 2?

[thestarwarslesbian]

Vance: Torres is late again. McGee: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. Parker: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. Knight: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Vance: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. Torres bursts through the door Torres: WHAT TIME IS IT?

[toboldlymuppet]

anyway parker and torres mean so much to me

[bullet-prooflove]

4. "So you can't call me up the way that you just did" from that tattoo list speaks Nick Torres to me 🔥 would you b willing to write this for him? 👀🙏

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Companion piece to:

Casanova - You recieve an unwanted gift.

It’s past midnight and you’re curled up on Parker’s couch, your cell phone cradled into the crook of your shoulder as you listen to a stream of expletives. It’s been going on for a couple of minutes, a deluge of rapid fire Spanish that you can’t keep track of. You can’t tell if Nick’s shouting at you or cursing out the man who’s been leaving you those romantic gifts.

“Nick…” You say, your voice breaking and he stops immediately, his tone softening.

“Mi amor.” He murmurs soothingly. “I’m not mad at you, I just… I want to track this hijo de puta down and strangle him my bare hands. The thought of you handling this alone…”

He trails off then and you can hear how distraught he is as he takes a shaky breath to calm himself.

“Nick, you already had so much on your plate…” You say quietly. “I didn’t want to add to that.”

You’re talking about that undercover op, the one where he’d almost died. In the past when something like that happened, he would have been able to shake off it but this time, this time was different because this time he had something to lose.

You…

And that fucked with him. He’d gone back to counselling, tried to get his head right and you hadn’t wanted to pile on the pressure.

“Harper, it doesn’t matter if I’m in therapy.” He tells you and you can envision him in that cabin on the USS Allegiance, leaning against that desk, pinching his brow. “You don’t have to keep secrets from me, I want you to be able to lean on me, the same way I lean on you.”

“Alright.” You say and Nicks waits patiently for you to speak. “I thought I could handle it and I was wrong, I underestimated him and now he knows where we live. You can’t imagine what it was like Nick, opening that box, seeing that underwear, knowing what he was thinking of when he…”

You swallow hard against the nausea raising in your throat. There’s silence then and you can hear Nick’s foot tapping in the background.

“Close your eyes.” He says with that husky voice of his and you obey wordlessly. “Take a deep breath and imagine I’m there with you, holding you, that you can feel my heart beating against yours.”

It takes you back to the last time you’d been together, how he’d looked into your eyes as it thundered against yours, your thighs straddling his waist.

“I would do anything for you.” He had whispered against your lips. “Live for you, die for you, kill for you.”

In the present Nick’s voice brushes over your skin like velvet, soothing over your frayed nerves.

“I meant it Harper.” He promises you. “I’ll kill him before he ever lays a hand on you.”

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[n-evermores]

Parker being a bird nerd.

[stanathanxoox]

Follow Me

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"follow me if you want to live" - Nick Torres x reader

You were trapped in the back corner of the bar, a drunk man who had been trying moves for hours and was now getting handsy had you trapped here. That is until someone gently pulls you into they’re arms and begins to sway you to the music

“Follow me if you want to live” the man whispers in your ear as he taps something on his waist and you look down and see the small glint of gold and black reassuring you that he’s an agent of some kind. You then look over and see that the man who had been pursuing you had now began throwing punches as more agents were trying to take him into custody.

“Come on doll, let’s get out of here”. He pushes his way through the crowd, not letting go of your hand as you the two of you make your way out of the bar.

“Nick, is she okay?” someone asks and you look up and see someone in the dark before the man looks down at you and asks

“Are you alright ma’am?” and you nod. He then does something unexpected and reaches into his pocket and says as he hands you his business card

“Call me, for a proper date?” 

“Y/N” you say and he smiles as he repeats your name as he walks away.

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[delespresso]

WE BOTH KNOW ━━ Nick Torres x fem!reader

author's note; this was shorter than usual but i'm currently studying for finals 😭 anyway, hope u liked it! (also not proofread lol)

prompt; “i can’t keep lying, baby, i don’t know if i can hide anymore” For Nick Torres

summary; in which a dance leads to unspoken truths

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

It was just a party. Knight was leaving soon for her new position at Camp Pendleton, so she pulled their whole unit out for drinks.

Nick was drinking at the bar with Parker, deep in some conversation about the healthy diets that they all keep saying they'll follow but never do. But his attention was quickly pulled away when he caught sight of his partner. She'd gone onto the dancefloor with Knight, the girls dancing with no care in the world.

She looked so pretty under the dim lights in the bar. The way she moved to every beat and her loose waves of hair flew, it made her look almost angelic.

They'd been partners for years now, and Nick had — admittedly — been harbouring a crush for a while. But not once did he mention anything for fear of ruining their whole partnership. Especially not over some schoolboy crush.

But the heart wants what it wants. As he sat there, eyes naturally gravitating to her while she danced like she was one with the music, his heart overpowered his mind.

It was completely reckless and impulsive. But his feet moved before his mind caught up. Parker was in the midst of another point in his whole healthy lifestyle lecture — only to fall short when Nick just left. For a moment he considered calling after him, but decided against it when he noticed where his agent was going.

Parker could only chuckle and shake his head, taking a swig of his beer.

"Young love," he mumbled under his breath.

She didn't notice him coming, not until Nick's hand found her waist and smoothly joined her in her dance. She was surprised, but she only laughed it off and went with the flow. Her hands went to his shoulders, letting him guide them in a dance that gradually became to intimate to be friendly.

"Nice moves," she teased, earning that smile she always seemed to want to see on him.

"Charmed yet?" he retorted.

The laugh that left her made his heart jump and smile soften. His eyes — oh, everyone would know he was looking at his heart's desire right now.

"We both know the answer to that."

Her answer was smooth, the smile on her face betraying her feelings. She was right, and he'd been so stupidly oblivious all along.

They both knew where this was going, it was a matter of time. There was no way he could hide it anymore. Not with the way she was looking at him now. Or with the way she was leaning in.

He sealed the deal, one hand gently cupping her chin before their lips finally connected. He knew then and there — he'd never let her get away.

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