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He laughed too, shaking his head. "I know. I know."
She laughed a little. "I wear two other articles of clothing, Abel."
"You do take my breath away," he mused.
She considered this, tilting her head. "Okay..."
"Because your houses are all haunted, Fleur," he said. "Think about it. A lonely ballet dancer child alone in a giant house?"
"I think you're beautiful and I trust you more than anyone in the world," she said. "There's no risk."
"Then you're wrong."
She grinned at him before looking at the drawers that had her clothes in it. "Choose something for me?"
"Ghosts," he replied simply. "Ghosts, Fleur."
She grinned at him, tightening her towel around herself. "For you... and your family members."
“I don’t think you know what haunted means, Fleur.”
She laughed out loud. “Yeah, that’s right. I’ll seduce her next time. I think she might be into me.”
“Was it haunted?”
“It’s 2067, Abel. I’m allowed to be attracted to you AND your sister who wants to murder me.”
“Oh, right,” he teased. “You were lonely.”
She started cackling mischievously, kissing his cheek. “You’re more hot!”
“You didn’t have favorites? What about the age difference?”
“Yes, Abel,” she said lightly. “I understand all that. But she’s also hot.”
“Who was your favorite?”
She started laughing deeply. “I’m not going to abide by your heteronormative values, Abel.”
