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Voice Over • Audiobooks
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Audiobook

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (North American)

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

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I'm not even sure how long I've been watching this show. I didn't expect to get sucked into it any other time. I've started a new show, or even with some of the ones I'm already a fan of. I tend to lose interest halfway into one episode, This one, though it's keeping me engaged. I've even had to press yes, on the judgmental. Are you still watching question? Because yes, yes, I am still watching. I don't see me not watching anytime in the near future. It's a good thing I have another day off. Otherwise I'd be screwed waiting on my customers. I see you're watching my favorite show. Spencer's deep voice is louder than the Winchester brothers, arguing. You scared the **** out of me. I paused the T V and turn around to glare at him. Instead, my gaze meets his bare chest. That's twice in as many days that I've been caught off guard by him shirtless. You're drooling! He laughs. Shut up. Grabbing a pillow, I tossed it at his head. Why did you sneak up on me like that? Why did you sneak through the house when you got home this morning? So he was awake. I wasn't sneaking. I have. I was respecting your boundaries by being quiet so as not to wake you up. Except I was already awake. He rolls his eyes and heads toward the kitchen, and I'm not sneaking either. I'm hungry and have to pass through the living room to get to the kitchen. Maybe I should put a bell on you. He turns around and lifts an eyebrow in question, waiting for me to continue, you know, so I can hear when you're coming. Spencer snorts and grabs a plastic bowl out of the refrigerator, grabbing a paper towel. He places it over the bull and puts it in the microwave. The low hum fills the space, and I'm antsy to hear what he's going to say next. It's not my fault. You walk through here and sound like a herd of cows. I feel bad for your downstairs neighbors. I do not sound like a cow with the house says that to someone. Maybe not, but you're not exactly stealthy, either. The microwave dings and he pulls his food out. He is facing me, and I can't help admiring the defined muscles in his shoulders. muscles that had zero problems picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom. Don't go there, Tiffany. Mind if I watch a couple of episodes with you? Huh? I shake my head, clearing all the indecent thoughts I'm having about him. The show. Can I watch it with you? He scoops up the pillow on his way to the living room and sits down on the opposite end of the sofa. It's pretty dumb for us to be watching the same thing in two different rooms. I didn't realize you were watching the same thing or that you would intrude on my binge watching spree and be all shirtless. The shirtless thing is going to be a problem I can already tell, but I guess you can watch it with me. Since you're already sitting down, you can press play now. He nods towards the T V. I do as he's requested and pull one of the other pillows over my lap. I have no idea why, except that it provides a small sense of security. The brothers on the screen are taking names, and I'm over here sneaking peeks at the man next to me. I'm not entirely sure what's going on in the show anymore. He's distracting me yet again. Pausing the show, I turned to his confused face. Okay, we need to add another rule. And what would that be? He sets his bowl on the coffee table. I'm not sure what he's eating, but it smells delicious, like home and love. If those things had a cent, you I tore all my finger in his direction. Need to wear a shirt when you're in the main areas of the apartment. Why? He shrugs and turns back to the T V, waiting for me to press play. It's not like I'm doing anything indecent. Lots of guys walk around without a shirt. He has a point, and normally it wouldn't affect me. But he's another story.