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They managed to pull the tarp over and she frowned, her hands on her hips. “We gotta secure it...”
He shook his head. “No,” he replied honestly. “But that’s not something you need to worry about.”
She took one corner, climbing up the wall to pull it over the top, her free hand naturally finding holds in the brick wall.
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, turning his face to her neck. “I love you too,” he said quietly.
She took it, standing up and leaning against him tiredly. “Let me put up the tarp first,” she said quickly.
He was silent for a long time before leaning over and resting his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes.
She laughed a little, leaning against his chest before looking up at him. “Want to go get lunch?”
“Well, maybe you should stay away for a bit,” he said, his voice tight. He paused before looking down at his hands, his shoulders slumping. “Maybe...
“Oh, and you’re smart too,” she teased. “I’m in love with a beautiful genius.”
“Why do you want to do that?” he replied icily, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She hesitated, resting her head on his. “I think you’re beautiful.”
He paused, turning around to look at her, squinting slightly. “What?”
“Yeah," she said quickly, her fingers running through his hair gently as she considered him. "I think it’s beautiful."
He had changed out of her cousin’s clothes back into his own. He was making the bed and his head was hunched as he cleaned. This appeared to be a...
“That’s true,” she replied slowly. “Do you actually like it?”
“It’s your house, Fleur,” he replied, sounding tired. “You can do whatever you want.”
“You,” she responded. “Maybe I’ve just made this all up in my head.
There was no immediate answer, but he replied after a few seconds. “Yes?”
She slipped into his lap gently, pulling him closer. “Maybe this is all an illusion and I’m the one who actually forgot.”
“He’s in the guest room. I tried to talk to him, but he just went straight to bed.
