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She watched him for a moment, her brow furrowed before she leaned over and kissed his cheek, warmth spreading from the spot where her lips touched...
"So... you know what I'm interested in?"
He copied her, his brow furrowing.
Something like relief shifted in her eyes, and she watching him like she was worried he would vanish. "Really?"
He laughed slightly. "Oh. Sorry. I forget."
"Fine."
"You hurt me more by leaving," she said quietly, sitting up and turning to him. "Don't go."
"Are you looking at it?"
"Yuh huh."
She was quiet, her grey eyes searching his face for a moment before she sighed, resting her forehead on the top of the steering wheel. "I don't...
He frowned, but brightened when he saw her. "I don't know. Nothing's sparking my interest in this aisle."
"Oh, stop that."
She leaned into his touch almost hungrily, turning her head to look at him. "Don't leave," she said quietly, her brows furrowed. "Don't leave...
He frowned, returning the book before browsing deeper in the shelves.
"Well, isn't that lucky?" he said cheerfully, leaning back in the couch.
She pulled into a spot by a park and turned the key in the ignition. "I know," she said, her brow furrowed. "I know you're scared of all this....
His hands were something constant about him. She would watch his long fingers reach out to pull a book from the shelf, his brow furrowed and he...
"No. But you're in a snuggling mood, so I thought you might be ready for bed."
Her hands were tight on the steering wheel, but her face softened and her eyes flickered towards him. "I've always been afraid of you, Francis,"...
He didn't notice, approaching a shelf hesitantly.
