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“Yes,” she replied, looking over at him.
“Yeah,” she said, resting her chin on his chest. “It’s nice, you know? It’s relaxing and good, and there’s nothing complicated about it.”
“Are you still tired?”
He rested her head on hers, exhaling slowly. “I don’t know if I understand all this.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
“This is really nice,” she murmured slowly. “I’m really happy that we do this.”
He beamed down at her, rubbing her back slowly.
He pulled her close to him. “Don’t worry.”
She ran her fingers through his hair gently, her head tilted slightly to give him access.
“Why do you ask?”
“Then I’m glad too.”
“Probably something like that.”
She nodded slightly. “Thank you.”
“About that, then.”
“Even though you had to give up the flower shop?” he asked.
“That’s not true. I didn’t mean that.”
She shrugged slightly. “It was just always my rule. Mouth is fine. Neck is wonderful. But the jaw is special.”
She considered this question. “I don’t know. Maybe 27ish?”
“Good...”
“Because he’s existing,” he said flatly.
