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"About me not relaxing."
His thumb brushed her jaw. "I'm glad."
She went to follow.
"But I need your opinion.."
"I did not try to kill you. And no, not about that."
He didn't reply. He kissed her hair. "Maybe a little."
"I have to wash up first. I'll be quick."
She blinked. "Uh.. Sure. Which one do you think is best?"
He took the tea. "Thank you. Were you worried?"
He playfully pouted. "I suppose that could suffice." "Nothing. I like everything as it is.'
She did the same, going to clean it. "Maybe you should sleep."
Avice's eyes widened. "Oh, jesus. I feel like each of these dresses cost more than my shop."
"I wasn't trying to kill you."
He sighed, pulling her closer. "Do you have to?"
"I don't care."
She took a breath, going to look.
"O-oh.. I just don't like meeting people."
He sat back, wrapping an arm around her waist idly. "For how long?"
She stuck her tongue out at him.
She panicked. "What?!"
