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        A sculpted eyebrow rose at his words as an amused smile of sorts grew on her face. “Sami, do I look like someone who cares whether or not she gets spoiled?” Granted she couldn’t fault him if he didn’t really know that. Naomi knew Sami in a, for lack of a better word, professional sense. There wasn’t much interaction past any at work. And even that had gotten split with the draft; the only places they had much time to speak were in combined pay-per-views and occasionally the rare combined house show. But those few interactions were nice and Naomi had genuinely grown an interest in the man. “But to answer your earlier question, yeah I want you to be my valentine.” A casual shrug, hands pushed into the pockets of her hoodie with a smile. “I like you.”

               ^{Sami chuckles upon her statement, only for breath to fall  SHORT  the moment words of INFATUATION  escape Naomi’s lips. What was this all of a sudden – ? And even more so,  WHY  was Sami’s heart beating so rapidly?  Light brown optics averted from the female standing before him, the color of her cheeks going unnoticed as he bowed his head.      “A—— … ah… that’s great, ‘cause, you see… I like…”      that word escapes his mouth in a huff as slender digits were placed on his cheek, nails scratching absently at his beard, the ginger’s body temperature raising as his mind  RACES.  she was especially  CUTE   smiling at him, though, so eyes wander back to her; prompting an awkward clearance of his throat before the edges of his lips slowly peel apart as the edges quirk into a sad attempt of a smile.      “ — you too.”}