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"I'm actually going to kill you."
She gave him another kiss, almost as if she were scared he would go away.
“Yours was way meaner!”
“People like dancing.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course. It’s weird, though. That name... my name makes me scared. I don’t quite know why.”
“Why?”
She exhaled shakily. “I love you too.”
“You called me cute!”
She flushed slightly. “That’s a normal thing.”
“It’ll get better,” he promised. “I don’t know how, but it will.”
He groaned, standing up with a huff. "Fine. Then I will leave."
She slid into his lap, her hands cupping his jaw.
"I am a trained killer."
"I like dancing," she said with a shrug."
He sighed, looking up at her. "This must be so hard for you."
"Go away."
She considered him before kissing him again, deeply this time.
She chuckled, kissing his cheek.
