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She felt a blush coloring her face. He thought she was beautiful? Why the thought made her blush, she did not know. She had been complimented before. You look beautiful or you look amazing, etc. But this inadvertent and absent way he said it pleased her. It meant there was some truth to it.
Still, why should she care? She didn't like him that way. She grabbed her drink and took a good long pull.
"Well, you have a talent for it." she told him, looking down at her drink

Miranda started back, her face getting hotter. This was a little off topic. They sudden't jumped from painting to his type of girl. He liked them gutsy huh? So if she kissed him right now, he'd go for that?
What did she just think? She took another gulp of her drink. "Well, hopefully this girl never lets you get away with anything either." she said, brushing that off.
She felt her head already getting a little heavy from the buzz of alcohol. He must have added a bit more Jack than Coke. She would probably be fine.
"And if you do, you should have to hide this," she gestured to his art. "It's a part of you after all."

Miranda stiffed as he hugged her, completely taken by surprise. After a moment she loosened up and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
She was irritated. Irritated and happy. One, because her parents were winning and two, because she liked this. Being in his arms, she felt like she never wanted to leave. Well, screw it all. This was not because of her parents. This was because of her own, silly, stupid heart.
"Oh. Why not?" she sighed, half answering his question, half talking to herself.
He pushed him away so she could see him. She took his face in his hands before she could change her mind and kissed him.

Luke was amazing. No one had ever made her feel this way. Ever. For a moment she had wanted to push him away and blame it on the alcohol, but even she didn't get drunk after that little.
Pretty soon there was hardly space for thought or fears. It was just him and her. For a moment thy broke apart for breath, giving enough time for a few thoughts to trickle back in. She realized she was starting up at him. They were both laying on the couch.
"We're falling right into their plan." she said, breathless. Why had she said that?
The answer was simple. She was nervous about this going farther. But she liked him, more than anyone else.

Miranda nodded at his words. Their parents didn't have to know. "Sounds perfect." she giggled.
When he whispered those last words in her ear, she drew in her breath. She wrapped her arms around him. "I want you too." she sighed, pulling herself closer to him.

Miranda woke to the late morning light with a sigh. Last night had been a haze of love-making and ecstasy. She looked over at Luke's form beside her and smiled. Pulling the covers father up over herself, she turned onto her side to look at him.
She felt sore now, but thoroughly happy. So, she just lay there, unwilling to leave the bed just yet, consent to just be beside him.

Miranda laughed when he grabbed her and flipped over. She blushed when he brushed the hair from her face. His touch still left her skin tingling.
"Good morning." she said, a little breathless. She relaxed as she lay atop him, warm against his body, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Last night..." she started, but hesitated unsure of how to put it. She could think of any adequate words to use.