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She beamed at him, reaching up and hesitantly brushing his jaw before dropping her hand. “Don’t be mad.” *** “You’re making some excellent...
She brightened, grinning at him. *** “Oh? Why’s that?”
She frowned, tilting her head curiously. *** He looked over at her thoughtfully, his grey-green eyes soft as he considered her. “Hm. I’ll trust...
“You just proved my case. I’m the one who knows you and likes you.” *** He looked over at her, rubbing her back slowly. “If you say so.”
She looked indignant. “What’s that supposed to mean?” *** He looked around self-consciously. “I should have tidied up a little...”
“I think you’re wonderful,” she said earnestly. “Despite what you may say otherwise.” *** He laughed sheepishly, sitting next to her. “It’s messy.”
“You shouldn’t pride yourself on being unkind, Cas,” she said quietly. “You’re wonderful.” *** He took the stairs, moving up quickly. When he...
“See? Right there,” she said, pointing at him with her free hand. “Kind.” *** He raised an eyebrow, taking her hand. “Well, you finally get to...
“Barely. I’m pretty boring right now.” *** He looked confused. “Where else would you sleep? Is that a problem?”
She frowned, tilting her head. “You came to see me and give me the homework, even though it is inconvenient and I’m no fun. That’s kind.” ***...
She squeezed his hand, giving him a small smile. “You’re not a mean person, Cas. You’re a really good guy.” *** “Maybe you’re cooler than I am.”
She frowned, reaching over and hesitantly taking his hand. “That’s not true...” *** “And?”
She looked confused by this. “Why?” *** He raised an eyebrow, looking over at Theo. “Why would they? They trust me.”
She looked up at him in surprise. “I think you’re wonderful. I have feelings for you.” *** “Great.”
"That's great," she told him honestly. "I just... I don't really know how to handle it." * ** He took her hand, setting his bag on the counter....
Her whole face went a shade of pink. “I see. That’s what you meant, then.”
She seemed unconvinced, raising one eyebrow. "As in..." * * * Monty opened the door quietly.
She frowned at him uncertainly. "You like me." * * * (Zoop?)
Her flush deepened, and she cleared her throat, folding her fingers together. "What do you feel about me? Don't be cryptic or try to be...
“I suppose,” she said quietly, looking up at him. “Can I ask you a question?” *** “Well, did you drive here?”
