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He grinned, draping one arm over her shoulder. “I love you.”
She grinned, slipping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his chest. “I’m going to try to sleep before my class, okay...?”
"August has a secret stash," Eli grumbled.
"You don't know how to dance."
"Just really, really good friends."
She beamed, looking up at him. "I love you too."
:A picnic blanket! Not a sheet!"
"That's embarrassing for you."
He paused before kissing her temple. “I love you.”
She nodded in relief, resting her head against his chest and rubbing his side slowly.
“Good. Do we have a blanket?”
“You must not be a very good dancer if you need to rely on music to keep a rhythm.”
“Are youcold?”
“Not in, like, a pushy way, but... like, don’t worry about it, but... you know?”
He followed, putting everything into a picnic basket.
“Sure, why not?”
He sat next to her, looking down over his shoulder at her. “You doing okay?”
There was a pause as she leaned and rested her head on the pillow, looking up at him adoringly, her fingers curled in his shirt. “I could really...
He seemed confused but nodded. “Okay...”
“Really? Show me.”
