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She has a beautiful smile, and he finds himself so captivated by her that he almost doesn't process the words at first, opening his mouth to question it before he realizes how much of a mistake that would be. Chagrined, Tony feels heat pull up under his cheeks, staining them a noticeable pink; the flush traveling down his throat when her hand settles back on his chest. "I think it's your turn," he points out, lifting an eyebrow even as he slides in even a little closer, effectively closing any distance between them that still remained.