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She grinned, looking over at him.
She took his hand, intertwining their fingers before pulling away rather suddenly. "I forgot the pancake!"
His hand rested on her neck as he kissed her.
She gave him a grin.
"I like it too," she agreed. "Did you draw these?"
"Right. For now."
He nodded. "I get it."
"Not really."
She looked around curiously, her eyes widening. "It's lovely, Row."
"I think we should.. For now, at least."
He was quiet, his thumb brushing her hair back.
"I never actually pushed you."
She raised an eyebrow curiously, following.
She tilted her head. "Are you sure?"
He pulled her close, his hands on his waist.
"Nope."
She looked over at the creek.
"That's a plague?"
"He said you wouldn't be able to handle the feelings."
He took it, closing the door behind him.
