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She planted soft kisses on his neck gently, the action feeling more sweet rather than lustful.
“Um, I have a crush on you and you have a crush on me. Checkmate.”
She relaxed, inhaling deeply as she cuddled up next to him. “Thanks, Abes.”
He slipped an arm around her waist. “I have better taste than you.”
“Mmhm...” she murmured, her face buried in his neck. “The light is too bright.”
“A sandwich,” he replied. “But it’s gonna be cooler than yours.”
She laughed sleepily, slipping off of him to curl up next to him, her face buried in his neck. “Do you have a headache?”
“Coward,” he teased under his breath.
She squinted at him. “The world can’t see me with no shirt on for a whole night. That would be too generous.”
He kissed the back of her hand. “What do you want to eat?”
She sighed, shaking her head. “You have no guarantee that I didn’t have it off at some point. Do you remember what happened?”
“I’m sorry things aren’t going well,” he said, sounding genuinely nervous.
She laughed, burying her face in his neck sleepily. “And I’m on top of you. What happened last night?”
Ferris followed her. “Is that better?”
She looked down at him, cupping his jaw. “Hello.”
“Sure,” he said brightly. “Alyssa, what are you getting?” “I’m gonna grab a salad,” she said. She pointed across the hall to a table by the...
She sat up and looked down at him, a bright flush crossing her cheeks, her hands resting on his chest.
Alyssa rolled her eyes. “He’s always messing around. They have sandwiches and soup and stuff here.”
She shifted awake, looking around blearily, groaning as the headache hit her.
Ferris gave her a dead stare and Alyssa squinted at him. “What? No, they don’t.”
