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He kissed her jaw. "Amazing."
She whimpered, her face in his neck.
"Yeah. We must look huge to them."
"No," he protested, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "It's wonderful."
Diana stood up, her lower lip trembling as she hurried over to him, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Why do you keep leaving?" she...
"Mice," he replied promptly, looking out across the city.
He laughed sheepishly. "You're so close."
Diana was playing with her dolls, her back to the door. She looked back with a grin, her dimples exposed before her gaze landed on Francis.
He looked over at her. "What are you thinking about?"
His eyes fluttered closed instinctively and his hand moved up through her hair. He was trembling slightly.
She looked worried, her brow furrowed. "Uh... on the left."
He looked out across the town, appearing to just be relaxing.
He grinned, the scar on his nose crinkling from the action, his hand coming up to cup her jaw.
She followed him, her brow furrowed.
He hesitated before sitting down on the floor, extending his legs.
His hands rested on her waist, and he kissed the tip of her nose.
"Your word is worth nothing to me," he replied harshly. "Ed," Eve chided, raising an eyebrow. Poppy squeezed Francis' hand. "Well... we're...
The glass reflected on his face, those yellows and pinks on his face. His eyes remained their vivid blue, and he looked down at her with a smile.
He laughed slightly, his voice low and rough in his throat. "You said that."
