JackBAI/bert_pretrain_datasets · Datasets at Hugging Face

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who would n't be turned on by a man who feels so deeply that he did n't stop loving his wife just because she died ? ''
pesh 's eyes widened at her statement , and he sucked in a harsh breath .
`` most women do n't want to share your heart , '' he challenged softly .
`` then they 're obviously insecure .
all of us have the ability to love people in infinite capacities .
i love my son with all my heart and soul , but there will still be room for a man ... someday . ''
he stared at her for a moment , unblinking and unmoving .
`` i have to say that i find your reasoning absolutely fascinating . ''
`` you do ? ''
`` yes . ''
the intensity of his gaze caused her to laugh nervously .
`` i do n't think a man has ever called me fascinating . ''
`` that 's a pity . ''
before she could try changing the subject , aidan came by their table with noah in his arms .
`` after i put him down , i 'm going to make some drinks .
emma wants one of her margaritas .
you game ? ''
he asked megan .
she nodded .
a drink would certainly help cool her off after the conversation she 'd been having with pesh .
`` sure .
i do n't think i 've had one in forever . ''
`` neither has she .
i may be peeling her off the ceiling tonight , '' he teased .
megan laughed .
`` you have seriously got to stop with the innuendo .
you are my uncle , and it is mortifying and disgusting to have to think of you in that capacity . ''
`` i am so terribly sorry for scaring your sensitive mind . ''
grinning , aidan turned to pesh .
`` beer okay with you , or would you like something fruity , too ? ''
`` i 'm fine with a beer , '' pesh replied .
aidan bobbed his head .
`` be right back . ''
after aidan headed in the house , pesh caught her staring at him .
`` what ? ''
he asked .
`` just surprised you wanted a beer , that 's all . ''
`` and why is that ? ''
she shrugged .
`` you just seemed a little too refined for beer . ''
he tilted his head at her .
`` what other preconceived notions do you have about me ? ''
`` none really , '' she lied .
in her mind , she could n't help thinking how she wanted to make him be dirty just for her .
she wondered what other surprises he might have up his sleeve .
`` for some reason , i do n't believe that . ''
he crossed his arms over his broad chest .
`` let me guess .
you think that i 'm a 'refined ' man who drinks wine , would never think of cussing or have inappropriate thoughts , organizes his underwear drawer , and who considers doing the crossword puzzle a fun friday night ? ''
megan could n't help snorting at his summation .
it was a good distraction not to focus on how he had mentioned inappropriate thoughts and his underwear drawer .
at the moment , she was having inappropriate thoughts about his underwear ... or hopefully lack thereof .
of course , she could n't help judging him as not being the commando type .
`` no , that 's not what i think of you . ''
`` i would hope not .
i know that since i 'm a little older than you- '' `` just a little ? ''
the corners of his lips turned up .
`` obviously you think i 'm an old man . ''
`` no , i do n't , '' she blurted .
`` how old do you think i am ?
just shy of adult diapers and a walker ? ''
she scowled at him .
`` i was not insinuating that at all .
i think you 're probably close to ankle 's age . ''
pesh 's brows furrowed in confusion .
`` ankle ? ''
she laughed before explaining where the nickname came from .
`` i see .
so just how old is ankle again ? ''
`` thirty-four . ''
`` hmm , '' pesh murmured .
`` are you younger than that ? ''
`` older actually .
i 'm thirty-seven . ''
damn , he was a lot older than her .
twelve years to be exact .
`` did i shock you ? ''
he asked , with a teasing lilt in his voice .
she shook her head .
`` i 'd hardly call thirty-seven old . ''
`` it 's considerably older than you are , right ? ''
`` i suppose , '' she lied .
he grinned at her as he leaned on the table with his elbows .
`` and just how old are you ? ''
`` twenty-five-i 'll be twenty-six in a few months . ''
`` twenty-five going on twenty-six . ''
`` yes . ''
`` i must be positively ancient to you . ''
he held out his hand and examined it .
`` i might have a liver spot or two . ''
she smacked his hand playfully .
`` shut up .
thirty-seven is not old . ''
`` see any grey hairs ? ''
he asked , bending over to where his delicious head of hair was in front of her face .
her fingers itched to run through the dark strands .
her mind ran straight to an illicit image of her fingers tugging on his hair as he went down on her , jerking too hard when he sucked and licked her until she came , and then stroking the damp hair back from his forehead as he rose up to cover her body with his .
she cleared her throat that had run dry .
`` no , of course not . ''
he jerked his head up to wink at her .

who would n't be turned on by a man who feels so deeply that he did n't stop loving his wife just because she died ? ''

pesh 's eyes widened at her statement , and he sucked in a harsh breath .

`` most women do n't want to share your heart , '' he challenged softly .

`` then they 're obviously insecure .

all of us have the ability to love people in infinite capacities .

i love my son with all my heart and soul , but there will still be room for a man ... someday . ''

he stared at her for a moment , unblinking and unmoving .

`` i have to say that i find your reasoning absolutely fascinating . ''

`` you do ? ''

`` yes . ''

the intensity of his gaze caused her to laugh nervously .

`` i do n't think a man has ever called me fascinating . ''

`` that 's a pity . ''

before she could try changing the subject , aidan came by their table with noah in his arms .

`` after i put him down , i 'm going to make some drinks .

emma wants one of her margaritas .

you game ? ''

he asked megan .

she nodded .

a drink would certainly help cool her off after the conversation she 'd been having with pesh .

`` sure .

i do n't think i 've had one in forever . ''

`` neither has she .

i may be peeling her off the ceiling tonight , '' he teased .

megan laughed .

`` you have seriously got to stop with the innuendo .

you are my uncle , and it is mortifying and disgusting to have to think of you in that capacity . ''

`` i am so terribly sorry for scaring your sensitive mind . ''

grinning , aidan turned to pesh .

`` beer okay with you , or would you like something fruity , too ? ''

`` i 'm fine with a beer , '' pesh replied .

aidan bobbed his head .

`` be right back . ''

after aidan headed in the house , pesh caught her staring at him .

`` what ? ''

he asked .

`` just surprised you wanted a beer , that 's all . ''

`` and why is that ? ''

she shrugged .

`` you just seemed a little too refined for beer . ''

he tilted his head at her .

`` what other preconceived notions do you have about me ? ''

`` none really , '' she lied .

in her mind , she could n't help thinking how she wanted to make him be dirty just for her .

she wondered what other surprises he might have up his sleeve .

`` for some reason , i do n't believe that . ''

he crossed his arms over his broad chest .

`` let me guess .

you think that i 'm a 'refined ' man who drinks wine , would never think of cussing or have inappropriate thoughts , organizes his underwear drawer , and who considers doing the crossword puzzle a fun friday night ? ''

megan could n't help snorting at his summation .

it was a good distraction not to focus on how he had mentioned inappropriate thoughts and his underwear drawer .

at the moment , she was having inappropriate thoughts about his underwear ... or hopefully lack thereof .

of course , she could n't help judging him as not being the commando type .

`` no , that 's not what i think of you . ''

`` i would hope not .

i know that since i 'm a little older than you- '' `` just a little ? ''

the corners of his lips turned up .

`` obviously you think i 'm an old man . ''

`` no , i do n't , '' she blurted .

`` how old do you think i am ?

just shy of adult diapers and a walker ? ''

she scowled at him .

`` i was not insinuating that at all .

i think you 're probably close to ankle 's age . ''

pesh 's brows furrowed in confusion .

`` ankle ? ''

she laughed before explaining where the nickname came from .

`` i see .

so just how old is ankle again ? ''

`` thirty-four . ''

`` hmm , '' pesh murmured .

`` are you younger than that ? ''

`` older actually .

i 'm thirty-seven . ''

damn , he was a lot older than her .

twelve years to be exact .

`` did i shock you ? ''

he asked , with a teasing lilt in his voice .

she shook her head .

`` i 'd hardly call thirty-seven old . ''

`` it 's considerably older than you are , right ? ''

`` i suppose , '' she lied .

he grinned at her as he leaned on the table with his elbows .

`` and just how old are you ? ''

`` twenty-five-i 'll be twenty-six in a few months . ''

`` twenty-five going on twenty-six . ''

`` yes . ''

`` i must be positively ancient to you . ''

he held out his hand and examined it .

`` i might have a liver spot or two . ''

she smacked his hand playfully .

`` shut up .

thirty-seven is not old . ''

`` see any grey hairs ? ''

he asked , bending over to where his delicious head of hair was in front of her face .

her fingers itched to run through the dark strands .

her mind ran straight to an illicit image of her fingers tugging on his hair as he went down on her , jerking too hard when he sucked and licked her until she came , and then stroking the damp hair back from his forehead as he rose up to cover her body with his .

she cleared her throat that had run dry .

`` no , of course not . ''

he jerked his head up to wink at her .