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His eyes darkened. "Not my problem."
She pulled away slightly. "Do you..."
"I'm the only answer you need."
"Stinky boy."
"Is that so?"
The flames intensified.
She kissed his neck.
"It is."
"Super biased."
He laughed brightly, watching her contentedly. "I see."
He glared before flames started to crawl up her leg.
"I love you," she replied, kissing a line along his jaw.
"That's way less offensive!"
"That's the definition of biased."
He laughed slightly, lying back in the pillows. "Who said anything about being threatened?"
"Leave me alone and you don't have to find out."
She cupped his jaw, kissing him deeply.
"You called me cute!"
"You definitely are."
"I don't know. That's my name, but... It makes me nervous."
