//Late Night Fury\\ ||Open||

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^{Mark sighed happily, slowly moving his hand right around her waist to rest just above her posterier. Eyes stared into hers, and he didn't want to say anything for a moment. A gentle kiss was given onto her lips and a hand was run through her hair slowly. "Rylee, Rylee, Rylee," he whispered gently and pulled his face slowly back from hers, keeping his lips barely inches from her's.
With feather-light touches, he slid his hands up her back and back down, and then he let her go, and sat back down at the piano, fingers poised. "Pick a song," he said to Rylee, smiling at her playfully.}

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Rylee heard him say her name three times and loved it each time. This was almost to perfect to be real. And yet, she knew it was by his light touch. Watching him sit at the piano bench and ask for a song, she smiled. So he liked her voice, that was a plus.

"How about, 'Want To' by Sugarland? Do you know that one?" she asked, not sure if Mark was into country music. Rylee loved it, it expressed many views on one subject. Although, many people thought it was all about being a redneck and twangy guitar music. It wasn't even close to just being that. All music was different and beautiful in its own way.