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She dimpled, considering him. “That’s okay,” she replied.
“He seems tired,” Puck said quietly, looking down at him.
“I knew when I went and got tea with Reeve,” she said immediately. “I kept on wishing it was you.”
Ben stirred a little, his fingers curling in the sand. “Well, that’s a relief,” Puck replied.
“When did you realize you liked me?”
“Me. I haven’t acted the best.”
“Because I had a crush on you first.”
He sighed a little. “Hasn’t your perception of me changed?”
She laughed again, kissing the back of his hand again. “That’s even less likely; you won’t be in love first.”
He rubbed her back hesitantly. “I need to stop thinking of you as my goal. That’s all.”
She laughed lightly, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. “Fine, then. How about this? When you realize you’re in love with me, just give me...
“No, I really can’t,” he replied quietly. “Not to you.”
“Is that a threat?” she teased, reaching forward to rub his head.
He frowned a little, but relented. “Okay. Loser.”
“You’re right,” she replied. “You won’t fall in love with me.”
“Of course you have me,” he said, gently nudging her shoulder. “You’ll always have me.”
She looked up at him skeptically. “The beautiful, clever, all-powerful warlord falling in love with the farm girl? Yes, Zer, that seems unlikely.”
“One day at a time,” Puck repeated.
She giggled, straightening his shirt collar. “Nah, Z,” she said earnestly. “You’d never.”
“Just one day at a time,” he replied. “Who knows? You two might break up.”
