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"Because I eat two feet burritos all the time, Abel," she said, patting the spot next to her.
He disappeared into his bedroom to put on clothes.
"I kinda feel like you're judging me," she said slowly.
"Mm. You're welcome to stay for a while," he said, heading towards the bedroom.
She squinted at him, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Sure it is."
"It's the principle of the thing, darling. And I'll hopefully be back before dinner."
"But you don't love yourself, babe. If you did, you would eat a two foot long burrito."
He laughed a little, ruffling her hair. "I'm not going to tell you. You'll distract me."
"You don't respect yourself," she replied as they closed the door behind them.
He sat next to her again, taking her hand in his and kissing it, although his eyes were distracted. "Yeah. That was work; apparently they need me...
She looked up at him, her smile reflecting her contentedness and she leaned against him. "Hm. Am I supposed to respect that?"
He returned after about five minutes, his hair messier than before from running his hand through it. His face warmed when he saw her, but his brow...
"Sounds like you're scared," she replied smoothly, kissing the back of his hand gently.
He went out of the room, speaking quietly. She wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying, but he sounded irritated.
"Abel, that's nothing." she replied smoothly, kissing his cheek. "Clearly, you're new to this. They make burritos that are two feet long down on...
He gave her a small smile before his phone rang. His smile dropped and he sighed before standing, kissing her head. "Give me a second."
They returned to the house, the food in hand. Ophelia’s arm was hooked around his and she looked up at him. “No way. 12 inches? That’s the...
He relaxed, looking up at her. “I love you.”
(Zoop?)
He looked over at her, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it. “For some reason, you love me” he replied quietly. “I’d... I’d never hurt...
