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"I try not to lie," she said thoughtfully.
"Don't get me wrong, I think you're super hot."
"Am I supposed to follow you?"
Eli entered, holding a basket. "I made some trades," he said thoughtfully, setting the basket on the counter. It was full of eggs."
She squinted up at him. "Because you're my friend, asshat," she said. "Do you like the idea of me dying?"
"I don't know," she said with a playful shrug. "Probably."
"Just about, yeah," she teased, coming over and kissing the corner of his mouth.
“Should I understand?”
He huffed, looking down at her. “I trust you, I suppose.” There came movement at the opening and August quickly let go, stepping away.
“It makes me sad,” she said after a moment, “to think of you getting hurt.”
“I would never lie.”
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I don’t get it,” he called after her.
“Barely.”
Her arms slipped around his neck and she dipped her head to kiss his jaw.
“Of course not.”
“The most magical of potions.”
He blinked, looking over at her in surprise, saying nothing.
"I don't even know how to dance," he grumbled, resting his chin on her head.
She considered him for a moment thoughtfully before leaning forward and kissing him slowly and deeply. "Don't worry," she murmured against his...
