Antonio led Marlene through a series of sharp twirls as fast-paced موسیقی played through a small radio Antonio had found left on a park bench. Marlene laughed as Antonio held her close and held her in a dip as the last few chords hung in the air. Still holding her, he traced the side of her face with a finger. Then he started to close the distance between their lips. They looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Skipper,” Marlene کہا as Antonio pulled her upright with an irritated sigh.
“Yes, Skipper,” he کہا with his voice edgy with sarcasm. He muttered something under...
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