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He nodded slightly, putting on pants before grabbing his clothes as well and going to change. "Okay."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek with a small smile. "I agree. Let's get ready, okay?"
He sighed slowly, shifting with a small frown. "Alright."
He looked down at her curiously, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. His gaze was warm; a contrast to the cold and stern gaze of when they had first...
He traced the line of freckles on her back, his touch soft. "The clothes should be done."
He had an arm around her, his nose brushing her hair as he closed his eyes for a moment. "I love you."
He kissed her back, one hand resting gently on the side of her neck.
"Beautiful," he told her with a frown. "You're beautiful. You know that I think that."
"No, it's really up to you, June," he said with a small laugh, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked a little. "What do you think?"
He pursed his lips, tilting his head playfully. "I dunno."
He kissed her back, resting one hand on her jaw and the other on her hips.
"I know," he said quietly, kissing her temple. "I could say it thousands of times."
He gently brushed her hair back, his head tilted slightly. "I love you."
He flushed slightly. "Just looking at you."
He laughed a little, tilting his head back. "You're cute."
He brushed her hair back, watching her.
He laughed, shifting toward her. "I love you."
"Is there something else you'd rather do?" he asked, his head tilting.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "If you want to."
