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"It's the truth!"
She looked up and couldn't help but smile. "You missed."
"Trust me," she replied. "Magic hands!"
(Yoop!)
"I love you," he said gently, tilting his head at her.
"It's equally both of our faults!"
"Your hair has dirt in it, " she said quietly.
She held her hands out. "Massage!"
She watched him go, feeling nervous."
He pulled away after a moment, a small grin on his face.
"So?!"
She sighed. "It's not your fault. We should just keep going."
"I'm feeling generous," she said playfully, rubbing his back gently.
"You're okay.."
He kissed her gently, brushing his fingers through her hair.
"You attacked!"
She said nothing, picking up her things. "I guess not."
She observed him before smiling slightly. "Turn over on your stomach."
"I'm not mad at you," she said quietly. "It's.. It's okay. Please don't panic."
He laughed slightly. "I love you."
