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She rubbed his back slowly, smiling before slipping out of bed.
She laughed out loud, her eyes widening. "Wait, what?"
He flushed instantly, looking down at her. "You have no idea... what that means from you."
There was a frantic knock on her door.
He exhaled slightly, resting his forehead against hers.
She sat up, pulling the strap of her tank top back on her shoulder as the blanket fell around her lap.
She paused before grinning. "I'm probably the antichrist."
"I do not. If anything, I don't think enough."
(A few days later!)
"I suppose.."
She exhaled, turning her head as woke slowly.
She frowned, looking down at the ground. "Why am I different? I didn't... I mean... my life wasn't much. This sounds really coy, but it...
"A little bit."
(Zoop!)
"No, that's okay. We can talk."
Poppy had turned towards him in her sleep, and her nose brushed his sternum as she murmured in her sleep.
"Yeah. I mean, it's not like it was a bullseye or anything."
He looked down at her with a smile. "You think too much."
He nodded, slipping on his apron and going to clean the house.
"I'm always tired."
