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"Just fine?"
"Now?"
He frowned but sat down, his back to her.
"I truly don't know what to believe anymore."
"But I am stinky."
He came back in hesitantly with a towel, looking down at it with a frown before offering it to her.
"But can I?"
"No, I don't. Elaborate, please."
He hesitated before standing up and leaving the room.
Aubrey reached for the wax. "Can I burn it?"
He gave her a small smile, kissing her cheek.
"Lies! My perfume doesn't even have roses."
He suddenly looked nervous. "My hair?"
He set them down gingerly, sliding them across the table to them.
"Okay," she said, studiously doing as she asked.
"Because it makes me blush."
"The boy I love thinks I smell bad."
He frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You flatter me."
He brought out two forms in page protectors, eyeing the two of them cautiously. "Now, you realize that these are copies. Not originals."
"This is gonna be great."
