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She paused, brushing his hair back. "I love you."
"Nice."
She rolled her eyes before kissing his jaw. "Yup."
"I'm not okay with this."
"Okay!" She put on her shoes before going to kiss his cheek. "I'll be back!"
"Yeah? Is that okay?"
"Totally."
"No."
"Rowan! Is it okay?"
"Wait, wait! Let's do that."
"Hey! You're drunk too!"
"But.."
"Is it okay?"
"Petra.."
She grinned, her thumb brushing his jaw. "I love you too."
"They're bad techniques, Poppy. They're not good for you."
"But you'll let me ask Lark?"
"Then what."
She rested her hands on his shoulders, her eyes bright.
"You need to sleep."
