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“I love you too,” she replied evenly.
He gave her a playful grin. "I missed you too," he replied as the food came to their table.
She leaned towards him for a moment before gently lying down with him, her hand resting on his leg. She broke the kiss, but stayed close, her eyes...
“It’s not very creative,” he said apologetically.
She watched him, her breath shallow as she considered him. “...kiss me?”
“Fleur, you don’t have a mean bone in your body. Of course you wouldn’t judge me.”
She rested her forehead against his, saying nothing for a moment. “You’re right,” she said softly.
He blinked in surprise before reaching out and catching her hand, pulling it back to him. “I know you wouldn’t. You would never.”
She considered him for a moment. “Why isn’t it fair?” she asked quietly, her hand on his chest.
“It is fine,” he agreed. “It’s just not super fancy.”
“So, it doesn’t count,” she replied, scooting up to be right up against him, kissing his cheek.
“Not a ton,” he admitted, folding his arms. “Plus, I mean, I know where you’ve come from. It’s a contrast.”
She brushed his hair back gently, her arms draped over his shoulders. “And you’re biased.”
He paused, resting his head on his hand. “You can, but it’s not very exciting.”
She laughed, her fingers curling in his shirt as she rested her forehead against his.
“Because you didn’t get the oatmeal, Fleur.”
“No,” she replied adamantly, pulling away from his jaw completely to look at him. “It’s just postponed.”
“Coward,” he muttered before ordering a croissant and an americano. He paid before they went to sit back down.
She pulled away for just a moment, her nose still brushing his jaw. “Our planning session isn’t over.”
"Yeah, well... I guess the one month worked," he said brightly as they got to the front of the line. "What would you like?"
