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He nodded slowly, taking her hand and standing.
It seemed relatively clean, though the bed had not yet been made and there were some clothes strewn.
"Petra! Please!"
She grinned at him, her eyes bright.
He sighed, relaxing.
She stepped in, setting down the keys.
"No! Never!"
She smiled slightly as she looked through.
He tilted his head for her, his hand on her waist. "I love you.."
She sighed, going and unlocking the room.
"I didn't want him to do it!'
She tilted her head, glancing at him as she continued.
He sighed brushing her hair back.
She hesitated. "Maybe cause of what just happened.. Let's just head to our room."
He quickly stood, wiping off his face. "You didn't see that."
Her eyes widened at the art and she continued looking.
He nodded, kissing her cheek before burying his face in her shoulder.
"You're probably just worried that the splash from my cannonball would be bigger than yours," she replied nonchalantly, trying to lift his spirits...
"Ugh! Gross! Not the face!"
She opened a folder, her head tilted slightly.
