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She said nothing, watching the waves. "It's okay."
He kissed the side of her neck gently.
"Probably," she said. "Not too long, though."
He sighed, pulling out and heading off. *** "Oh sorry, I misheard. He likes you."
"I didn't ask you to help me. You came here yourself."
He moved over her, his hand positioned next to her head. "Poppyyy."
She shrugged. "No idea."
He huffed playfully, starting the car. "Whatever." *** "And that he likes me more."
She pulled her knees closer to her. "I just can't."
"Is it?"
Avice sat back. "I'm not sure how long we're staying."
"I'm not." *** "He says he's not upset."
She shook her head. "I can't."
"Is it inappropriate?"
A small smile crossed her face. "Leave the option open, though."
"I do not." *** She crossed her arms. "Yes."
She hesitated, glancing back at him as her demeanor softened. "It's unimportant. You shouldn't worry about me.."
"Why can't you help me?"
"I'll be fine."
"Fine. But it's true." *** "Yuh huh."
