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Her head was resting against his chest and she was fast asleep. * * * He stood up, offering a hand. "Sure."
(Yoop!) *** “Did you?” he asked, sitting up. “I made cinnamon rolls.”
It didn’t take long for her to follow. *** “I’m glad,” he said, straightening the locket. “It looks lovely on you.”
She pouted a little, but scooted closer to him, resting her head under his chin. “I love you too.” *** He laughed slightly before taking the...
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t be spending money on me.” *** There was a miniature painting of Logan on the inside.
She frowned, cupping his jaw gently before sighing. “That’s not right.” *** A silver, delicate necklace rested inside a box. The chain was an...
She looked very surprised, raising one eyebrow. "The Royal Family doesn't give each other gifts," she said, tilting her head. "I've never gotten...
She opened her eyes, looking shocked. “You got me something?” *** “It’s beautiful,” he said earnestly, looking over at her. “Thank you.”
She nodded, her arms circling his waist. “And you’re back in time for Christmas...” *** He laughed out loud, leaning against her. “This is...
She studied him before kissing his chest gently. “We’ll figure this out.” *** He squinted, draping an arm over her shoulder before opening the...
“I am trying to prove that you should be allowed to stay with me, Xav. You can’t make jokes like that.” *** He reached up hesitantly, brushing...
She glared at him. “You’re not helping your case.” *** He brightened, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“He thinks you tried to kill me,” she replied. “What if someone tried to kill Scarlet?” *** His heart rested in tissue paper, its copper surface...
“He’s just protective... he’s not a bad guy.” *** He reached into the bag and pulled out a gift, offering it to her. “Open it.”
She buried her face in his neck, exhaling slowly. “I’m so glad you’re back. Tristan said you had run away.” *** He blinked in surprise, picking...
“I thought you were him,” she said quietly. “I wouldn’t have kicked you.” *** He raised an eyebrow before opening it.
Her lips brushed his and she smiled, cupping his jaw. “I love you too.” *** He pointed at the one in her left hand. That one.”
“I don’t know,” she said slowly. “I just... I didn’t know whether or not you were going to come back.” *** He was sitting on the couch, opening...
She held him tightly, seeming very intent on holding him closely. "I thought you weren't going to be back." * * * "I'm glad," he said...
She frowned, coming over to him. "I'm sorry. I thought you were..." She hesitated, rubbing his chest gently. "Someone else. I missed you." * *...
