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He gave her a small, if not strained smile. "Good morning."
"But you have a crush on me."
"No, I'm not cold."
She pressed her lips together and rested her forehead on his chest, closing her eyes.
"You're shameless."
He paused, looking over his shoulder. "Oh. Hey. You're awake."
"I mean... you're you."
"I will," she said, exasperated. "I just gotta draw first 'cause my writing isn't that good, so she needs to be able to understand."
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed as he woke.
He flushed immediately, looking at her. "Excuse you?"
He didn't notice, silently standing up and heading for the door.
She chuckled slightly, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It still feels weird, though."
His hand brushed her back as she passed, and he looked up at her adoringly before looking down at Aubrey. "Hey, Bre. What're you up to?"...
Poppy was still awake several hours later, but she was now lying next to him, slowly brushing her fingers through his hair.
“You... want to ram your face into the stairs?”
She would be able to recognize the tension that spread across him as he woke up, recoiling away from her.
“You think so?”
“If you say so.”
(Zoop?)
"You know where the stairs would look even better? Rammed against my face."
