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He looked down at her thoughtfully, brushing her hair back gently.
He kissed her back, leaning down to her.
"No," he agreed. "You're wonderful."
He shifted, kissing her neck gently. "Geese are also evil."
"Hm. Alright, then," he said lightly, propping himself up on his side before leaning down to kiss her, his hand resting flat on the mattress on...
"I don't know," he confessed, kissing a line along her jaw. "I just got nervous that you didn't like it."
He raised an eyebrow at her subtle critique before shrugging. "I forgot your name."
He pulled away for a moment, eyeing her thoughtfully. "I love you too, Goose."
His eyes were soft as he watched her, kissing a playful line along her neck. "Silly thing."
He frowned before wrapping his arms around her waist, showering her in kisses and pulling the blanket over their heads.
He sighed before kicking off his shoes, slipping into the bed with her.
"I won't be pleased if I have to come in there."
He frowned. "Don't make me come in there."
"I can tell," he replied, coming over to her.
He turned his face into her neck, exhaling slowly as he drifted off. * * * "Don't sulk, now."
He squinted before lying against her, resting his head on her shoulder. * * * "You need to plan, Rory!"
"I love you too," he said gently. "You should probably rest." * * * "I deserve to be treated like a fine lady," he replied indignantly.
He rolled his eyes before kissing her again, his hand running through her hair gently. *** “You need to have a plan.”
“You’re the one who’s too much, Weirdo.” *** He eyed her thoughtfully. “Where would we go?”
She sighed, turning her head into his chest, drifting off within minutes. * * * "You accept it! You're the one in denial!" * * * He blinked,...
