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Her nose brushed his, and her thumb was gently stroking the side of his neck. "I love you too."
He was watching her, his head tilting slightly. "Oh. I see. So you cheated cause you knew I'd win."
"I know what incomplete means," she said gently, looking up at him. "But I think I'll always find you captivating."
He glared after stopping, looking irritated at this obvious foulplay. "That's cheating."
She tilted her head slightly, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Incomplete?"
He sprinted after her, only looking for it again once he started running.
She closed her eyes. "You're perfect in my eyes, Ben," she said quietly, her fingers brushing the back of his hair."
He frowned, looking around suspiciously for it.
She frowned, looking over at him. She leaned over and hugged him, kissing his cheek gently. "You're unique."
He kept his eyes on her, squinting. "Where is the frisbee?"
"Faeries," she said idly, with a small laugh. "You."
He squinted, only looking for a moment before turning back to her.
"I didn't know that," she said warmly, looking down at the book. "It's really neat."
She squeezed her wrists slightly, glancing back with a frown.
She squeezed his shoulder gently, before looking back at the book. "Not only that, but sometimes in relationships the partner is trusted to clean...
He rolled his eyes gently. "Let's play fair."
She laughed slightly, looking apologetic. "No.. But did you know that touching isn't really common at all for faeries? It's actually really...
He frowned slightly, pulling away and taking her wrists in her hands. "That's enough of that."
She laughed slightly, looking up at him. "You should. I read a bit about Faeries."
He raised an eyebrow before closing his eyes stubbornly and tipping his head up. "I am not swayed by your tactics, seductress. This should be a...
