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He opened an eye to look her playfully. "No.. Are you?" *** "That was flirting?" she asked with a small laugh. "Were you flirting?"
Xavier's arms were wrapped around her, his eyes closed. *** She sighed gently, her thumb brushing his jaw. "You're so sweet."
(Yoop!) *** She gave him a small smile. "That's one of the first things you said to me."
He seemed a little surprised, but nodded. "Sure. That sounds good." *** She chuckled, her hand on his jaw.
He was watching her with a smile, his eye warm. "I love you too." *** She leaned down to kiss him. "Yup."
He laughed, blushing. "Of course. He shouldn't have done that." *** She grinned down at him. "I know."
He seemed surprised, kissing her back. He pulled away after a moment. "What was that for?" *** She ran a hand through his hair, looking their...
He nodded, kissing her hand. "Yeah.. I'm fine. Are you?" *** "It's everything. Duh."
Xavier stopped as soon as he let go of Ellie, stepping back after getting punched and holding the side of his face with a fire in his eyes. "I'm...
Xavier bristled. He casually rolled up his sleeves with a heavy sigh. "And she doesn't belong to you," he said, before pausing and pulling back,...
His eyes narrowed as he watched him seriously. "Let her go, Tristan." *** She smiled. "You're lovely."
A strange look crossed Xavier's face as he moved between Tristan and Ellie. "Leave her be." *** She nodded slightly, glancing out the window....
Xavier looked up, his brows furrowing as he stood as well, taking her hand gently. "Why don't we go on a walk in the garden, instead?" *** She...
He was watching him angrily. "You're the fool, Tristan. You don't even have evidence or proof." *** She nodded, sitting down.
His eyes widened slightly and he looked fierce. "How dare you insult her? You may find it not your best interest that I married her, but she is...
Xavier frowned, looking over at him. "I do not wish to make this a hostile environment, Tristan, but I've heard enough of you accusing me of...
He folded his hands, eyeing him. "If you say so, Tristan." *** She nodded, taking his hand and going in front of the fire.
He gasped dramatically, his hand over his heart. "This is supposed to be a family meal." *** She turned to him, tilting her head.
A playful look crossed his face. "My father always told me it was impolite to talk about politics during mealtimes." *** She leaned against...
He looked over at her, then Tristan with a frown. "Do you often discuss politics over the table?" *** She headed back into the house, shrugging...
