jordan–reet:“I’ll tel you my address. You can swing by whenever. I’ve got the living room and kitchen unpacked so it’ll be fine.” He didn’t want the way out she offered him. “It was probably the latter of the two, sorry to say.”

jordan–reet:“I’ll tel you my address. You can swing by whenever. I’ve got the living room and kitchen unpacked so it’ll be fine.” He didn’t want the way out she offered him. “It was probably the latter of the two, sorry to say.”

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Jordan&Amp;Ndash;Reet:“Right Now Works For Me.” He Winked. “Or Whenever Really If That Doesn’t Work.” He Let Out A Small Laugh. “I Figured That’d Be The Case.” “For The Massage? Yeah That Works. But For The Book, I’ll Have To Come By

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Jordan&Amp;Ndash;Reet:“That’s Perfectly Fine With Me.” He Smiled. “Yeah I Know, Can’t Forget That.” “Alright, Sounds Good. And If You Make My Shoulder Feel Worse, I’ll Just Make You Pay For The House Warming Present Instead.” She Teased

I Can Put On A Show

I Can Put On A Show

I Can Put On A Show

I Can Put On A Show

Jordan&Amp;Ndash;Reet:“I’ll Pay For The Spa Day If I Do So.” He Offered With A Grin. “You Really Do.” “In That Case, I’ll Work On My Poker Face So I Can Act Like It Didn’t Work. Just So I Get A Paid Spa Day.” She Joked, Laughing. “I

I Can Put On A Show

I Can Put On A Show

I Can Put On A Show

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