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I'D PROBABLY STILL ADORE YOU WITH YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Arcade lights, skin chalky from seawater, an endless flurry of Instagram notifications... arguments over the aux cord, over whose turn it was to cook dinner, over a messy bedroom... accusations of cheating, postcards from film sets, food spilled in bedsheets... there wasn't anything Sam Shaw hadn't missed about his relationship with Shannon Faire. Dressed in the skinny tie, black suit and white shirt combo she had requested, he looked over at his fiancee with a mixture of pride and disbelief. "You're the most stunning girl in the world, ya know that Shan?" he said, taking one hand off the wheel to rest it on her neck, hooking her between his thumb and forefinger. He gave her an affectionate squeeze, overcome with a desire to kiss her and bitter that he he had to focus his attention on the road. "If you'd told me on our first date that we'd end up engaged, I'd have invented time travel just to arrive in this moment and give my future self a high five." Sam was giddy, and had been since they'd reunited on the porch of their house. Absence made him notice little details of her face he had once taken for granted, the set of her pretty mouth, the flicks of hazel in her green eyes... she was more beautiful to him than she had ever been before, and she'd always been a knockout. The usually rough boy had been uncharacteristically gushy since, smothering her with kisses, not letting her go ten minutes without telling her something sweet. Then again, they'd only been reunited for an hour. "Now, when we get there, you've gotta order exactly what you had on our first date. Remember? When we were drunk and this was the only place open," he's rambling, pulling in to the parking lot of a familiar diner. "We'll keep it exactly the same. Though I might be nicer to the waitress this time, I know you docked me points for that first time round."

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BOUGHT A GOWN TO MATCH HIS NAME KEPT MY VIRTUE JUST THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shannon leans into the pressure of his fingers, her head rolling to face him and her fat lips pulling into a sweet smile. "I know that," she nods and grins at him. She's in a pretty white eyelet dress, it's the sweetest and most bridal thing she owns, though she's put her own little flair to it and has pushed her boobs up to her chin. After weeks of crying, Shannon finds her heart so full. It's one extreme to the other. From cursing him to unbuckling her seat belt and threatening to crawl on top of him. Shannon leans over the centre console to grab at Sam and leave wet kisses on his neck. "Really? I knew I'd be a Mrs. Shaw as soon as I heard you say, 'Shannon'," she imitates his accent, grabbing at his face as they pull into a parking lot and kissing him deeply. When she looks up at the building she laughs and smiles widely. "I love it here," she means it. The place isn't Shannon at all. It's two dollar hot dogs and fountain pop. But it holds something sweet to them and she hasn't laid eyes on the building since that night. "French fries and strawberry ice cream instead of ketchup. You thought it was gross until you tried it," she can't stop smiling. Her slim body crawls onto his and she runs her fingers through his white hair, her lips kissing his before she sits up to push her chest in his face. Shannon grins cheekily, opens the driver door and slides out. "If you call her fat behind her back I might leave you for the cook."

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I'D PROBABLY STILL ADORE YOU WITH YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Focusing on driving is made so much more difficult when Shannon smiles at him, her full lips and perfect teeth pulling his icy blue eyes away from the road. The whiteness of her dress amplifies her bronze tan, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. If it weren't for how close they are to the diner, Sam would have pulled the car over here and now, pulling her roughly into his lap. As things are, he pulls into a parking spot and tries to live in the moment, though his mind keeps wandering to the bathroom stall tryst she'd promised him. "Remember when you first heard me speak?" he says with a grin, though her lips clash against his and he's distracted again, returning the kiss hungrily. Pulling away but staying close, he slips into an exaggerated Kardashian-style impression, "oh my god, are you British?"  Seeing a smile stretch across her pretty face makes his heart feel like it's about to burst. "I know you do," he says quietly, smiling at her smiling. He laughs as she recounts the evening, as he had wondered for a moment if she would remember at all, if maybe the memory occupied more space in his brain than it did in hers. He's relieved and even a little flattered that it does. She crawls into his lap and he rests his hands on her bare thighs, rubbing them, relishing the feeling of her skin under his palms. He kisses her back roughly, his hands lifting just under the fabric of her dress... when she's gone, a mischievous grin on her face as he looks longingly after her. "You're cruel," he says though he's got a grin to match, locking up the car and bundling her inside. He can't keep his hands off her, coming up behind and wrapping them around her waist, bending his tall frame to nuzzle kisses into her neck as they walk towards a booth. "Oh Shan, I fucking love you," he mumbles into her skin, making a mental note to remember this feeling the next time he wanted to do something stupid.

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BOUGHT A GOWN TO MATCH HIS NAME KEPT MY VIRTUE JUST THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Australian!" she mocks herself, "I've never met one of those before." Her eyes are big and bright as she looks at him, her smile is so wide it feels like her face is splitting but she can't wipe the ridiculousness of it off. Shannon leans against him as they walk, every couple of steps she can't resist smooching him. The aforementioned night is so fuzzy that she worries that details will fall. She'd been so hopped up on vodka and sprite when she'd met her then brown haired boy. She loved talking to him immediately. She felt fearless around him and he complimented her so well. He hugs her and she looks up at him. "You're the best thing that ever happened, Sammy," she turns in to hug him tightly, "I'm so in love with you." She usually love PDA, but she's especially shameless about it right now. Her lips press against his and then she spins to pull him into a booth. "Hi," she waves to a full looking waitress, "can I have French fries and a milkshake... a strawberry one. What do you want?." She looks goo-goo eyed at Sam before looking up at the waitress, "we're getting married today."

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I'D PROBABLY STILL ADORE YOU WITH YOUR HANDS AROUND MY NECK - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Not for long baby, I'm marrying my way into citizenship," he said with a grin, despite already being the proud owner of a green card. They can't keep their hands off each other as they stroll into the diner where it all started. Back then Sam had been all about the PDA, pawing at her and dragging her into public makeout sessions whenever he could. In the last couple years he had cooled off on the concept, feeling like she was showing off, feeling like people were judging... it had felt unnecessary. He had cooled off on a lot of things, rarely expressing how much he loved her, often disregarding her feelings and openly watching other girls pass... though he felt the same way he always had about her, in fact his feelings had intensified, he had gotten lazy, complacent. Now that they lived together, he felt he didn't have to tell her how he felt, it should be obvious. Oh how that had changed. Even sat in the booth he stretched his long legs out, intertwining them with hers. His eyes fixed on her lips as she ordered her classic combination, and it took him a moment to realise they were waiting for him to speak. "Oh, I'll get a burger. No bun." A pause. "...Thanks," he added, remembering his promise. Shannon spills the beans about their plans for later and he's tempted to add that she promised to fuck him in a bathroom stall first, but for once he decides against ruining her fun. Reaching across the table he threads his fingers with hers, smiling at the waitress. "Aren't I the luckiest guy in Los Angeles? Four years and I love her more than ever."