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This movement woke her and her eyes fluttered open, a soft brown in the early morning light. She seemed a little bewildered, looking up at him as...
“Isn’t it silly?” he said with a small laugh.
Her eyes were closed and her blonde hair was messy from the sleep. She had gotten face to face with him as he shifted, and her brows were...
“I am just...” He shook his head slowly. “I am just so infatuated with you.”
His lack of movement caused her to drift back into a light sleep. Her hand came up and cupped the side of his neck gently.
He looked over at her, his face soft before he started laughing, rolling his eyes.
She was holding him, and she started to slip off him as he woke up. She shifted, clearly about to wake up, small murmurs escaping her mouth.
He took her hand, kissing the back of it. “Thank you for everything.”
She had gotten closer to him in the night, her anger leaving her in sleep. Her arms were tucked neatly around his waist, and her head was on his...
“It’s not your fault. You actually fixed them.”
(Zoop?)
“Even though that really hurt.”
She gradually drifted off, her head against his neck.
He considered this. “Nah. I don’t dislike him. I get it, but I don’t dislike him.”
She considered this before resting her head in the curve of his neck. “Fine.”
“Well, maybe I don’t like him,” he replied pointedly.
“There’s no reason why it shouldn’t extend to others,” she whispered, turning on her side to watch him. “I’m nothing special.”
“Is that a no?” he interjected, taking her hand none the less. “He did pull my wing.”
She tilted her head, considering this for a moment. “Other people can be nice,” she told him quietly.
He laughed good-naturedly, resting his forehead against hers. "Should I tell Puck?"
