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“Of course.”
He looked relieved. “You do?”
He paused before pulling her into his arms.
“I think so. It involves the butt, and you’re a fan of that.”
“I think so, right?”
She brought over another jug to him, setting it in front of him.
“No, but I’m wondering if you do.”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
“I’ll show you next time we meet up. You’ll love it.”
“Wow. This got deep.”
“I said, and creamer.”
“Are we rushing things?”
“It’s a difficult position you’ve put me in.”
“I know how to twerk! Can you twerk?”
“So, why don’t you fix it?”
“And magic.”
“Down the way here. It’s a bit big, according to the description.”
“But I want to hug you,” he said thoughtfully, looking down at her.
“I don’t know how to dance,” she said thoughtfully. “Not fancily.”
She huffed as they moved through the trees, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. “You’re a little rough to talk to, you know that?”
