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"Do I?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, tapping his forehead before pausing. "That was a weird thing to do."
"But you put your clothes on and everything," she replied, sitting up slightly.
"My point remains."
He also stood up and helped to clear the plates.
She laughed, running her fingers through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. "What are you doing?"
"Try new things?"
He laughed under his breath, turning his focus to his food.
She considered him, tracing his knuckles with her pointer. "You'll feel bad if you skip," she said after a moment, kissing the back of his hand...
"Why not?"
"I'll catch you off guard, if that's what you mean."
She raised an eyebrow, tucking her hair behind her ear with her free hand. "Skip a class? You wouldn't do that."
"I'd pay to see it."
"Who said anything about catching?"
She leaned back against the pillows, looking up at him with a small smile, still holding his hand. "Go to class, Sam. I'll be here when you get...
"Can you even get high?"
"I will be pushing you into the lake, though."
She looked at his hand and took it, kissing his knuckles slowly. "You have to leave. I get it."
"Nah, not really. People got really weird when high."
"Sure, sure."
