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“No,” she maintained, shaking her head. “‘There’s no kissing here.” *** He sighed, rolling his neck slightly. “It’s fine. You should probably...
She laughed slightly, looking tired. “They shouldn’t be.” *** Gideon sighed, rolling up his sleeves. “I hate this part,” he said, gingerly...
“That was before I knew you liked me,” she said tiredly, resting her head on her hand. “Now I have to be withholding...” *** (Zoop?)
She squinted at him, sitting on the couch. “Not at all,” she told him primly. “We don’t kiss at all.” *** He went back to the stove.
She considered this as Atticus climbed down to stand on her shoulder. “That’s true... you and I don’t kiss.” *** “Sure, V,” he said smoothly,...
She hesitated, her blanket draping around her shoulders. “I don’t know... I don’t want you to get sick...” *** He came over to her with a plate...
“I suppose,” she said, still looking uncertain. “Although this might be a fever dream; you shouldn’t touch me, just to be safe.” *** He left the...
Her forehead was warm and she frowned, looking up at him as Atticus tried to nibble on Levy’s finger. “It happens way too often.” *** “It’s not...
“No, I know you did,” she said, sounding frustrated. Atticus looked over and flew across the room, landing on her head and tugging on strands of...
She shook her head, frowning. “You like me,” she said after a moment. “I thought it was all fake.” *** “You just want plain eggs? Coward.”
She looked like she might’ve been about to cry, biting her lip and saying nothing. *** “Don’t worry about it, V. I’ve managed this long.” He...
She looked up at him, a frown on her face. “Mr. Audra, you don’t understand,” she said primly, setting down her mug of tea. “I wasn’t at work...
“No, you can,” she said, her hand on his arm. “I’m just... I don’t know how to process it, I guess.” *** He laughed slightly. “Wanna swap?”
She went over to the counter, setting the supplies on the table. “I can’t believe you did this... I wasn’t even at work today.” *** “It’s like...
She looked very confused, but opened the door wider. "Do you want to come in? I have tea and birds..." * * * "I never remember anything that...
“So... I wasn’t at the office? It was after we had the phone call?” *** “No,” he replied, cracking an egg into a bowl. “Imagine you go to sleep...
She looked down and stared, not responding for a minute. When she spoke, it sounded like she might’ve been about to cry. However, when she looked...
She looked very confused, looking into the bag. *** “Yes, well, wolves don’t exactly appreciate interior design.”
She frowned, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. “What are you doing here? Were my notes unsatisfactory?” *** “What? Why?”
