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She looked back up at him, frowning. “Does any of that sound familiar?”
It didn’t take long at all for him to drift off.
“You and I were just friends, then, but it was towards the beginning. I told you that I preferred to sleep out in the living room because my room...
He turned his face into her neck, pulling her close and sighing in relief.
She looked over at him. “Yes, Abel,” she said gently. “We painted my room with clouds. Do you remember?”
He closed his eyes, his arms slipping around her waist. “I love you.”
She jumped back down, gesturing with her head. “C’mon. Let’s see if we can get the bed situation figured out.”
“It’s alright,” he said gently, scooting over and resting his head on her shoulder. “I know it sounds coy, but I really am used to it...”
She climbed up tentatively, pulling down a tarp and looking down at him, offering it to him.
“The ones here?” he asked, gesturing down. “That was Romero. His magic is more physical than it seems.”
She considered this before setting down the blanket and going over to the shelf. “Shouldn’t we get a bigger one?” she mused, using the bottom...
“I’m tired,” he acknowledged. “And my head feels like it’s full of cotton. But I’m not brainwashed, so there’s that.”
She laughed deeply, pulling back the blanket and beaming at him. “‘Boo’ was short for ‘I hope you have a bootiful day’, which would make me at...
He turned to her, resting on his side. “I’m glad that one good thing came out of it.”
He could hear the grin in her voice. “That’s not very nice. Maybe you’re the evil spirit.”
He leaned into her touch, sighing a little. “Because it’s cliche as *squee!*.”
His hands rested on her waist and he cringed. “Nah, it’s gross, Fleur. That’s so gross.”
She approached the blankets and tarps and paused before draping one over her head like a ghost. She turned to Abel. “Boo.”
He started laughing, leaning back against the pillows and pinching the bridge of your nose. “I thought you were really pretty when I didn’t know...
She let go and continued into the store, her frame a little tighter than before as she moved through the furniture.”
