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“Aren’t you going to Hell anyway?”
“You don’t want to.”
“Hmph. I love you too.”
“Right?”
“Not the ability to slow dance, apparently.”
“I’m too young to feel this old,” he complained, slumping down on the couch.
“Hell.”
They slid the last piece of furniture into place and Tuck stood up, gasping for breath. “There... we go.”
“This has been a fun walk, but is there an end in mind?”
“No, not true.”
“Okay,” she said nodding. “I’ll do that, because you won’t.”
“What would I do without you?”
She laughed easily. “Okay. So you wouldn’t mind if I slow danced with Sariel?”
He huffed slightly, sitting on his haunches. “Should I just read you the story?”
“It’s alright,” she said agreeably. “I can manage.”
“Despite your jealous and possessive personality,” she continued casually.
He looked confused. “Like how you read anything, I suppose.”
“I’m pretty sleepy,” she admitted. “But if I fall asleep, the lantern will disappear.”
“I think you’re really, really hot,” she confided quietly, grinning at him.
“What?”
