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He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t even protect myself, though. The way you threw them back? Badass.”
A smile appeared on her lips, but she didn't say anything.
She laughed deeply, kissing the back of his hand but saying nothing more.
"That's why I explained the situation. Honestly, Gabe, just tell me yes or no so we can move on with our lives."
"Yeah, baby," he said quietly, kissing her cheek. "You."
He looked up at her and his wings tried to flap instinctively, causing him to gasp. "Damn it. You're... You're so badass, Bee."
She sighed, falling silent again.
"My God, you're hot," she teased, squeezing his hand.
She seemed annoyed, raising an eyebrow. "But you're my best friend," she said flatly. "And I want to make sure you're okay with it."
He rolled his eyes, embarrassed. "Why do you think?"
He frowned, standing up awkwardly. His wings obviously contributed to his normal walking abilities, because he stumbled, leaning against a tree....
"I do love you," she murmured quietly.
She laughed, clearly delighted. "Exactly."
She looked over at him and softened, leaning back. "I won't do it unless you say it's okay," she said quietly. "I promise."
He sighed before kissing her forehead. "Because it was me. I threw them out. I was planning on leaving the ship."
He looked up at her with wide eyes, noticeably trembling. "I... I think so," he said, trying to look over his shoulder. She would be able to see...
She smiled slightly before resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Yeah. You're French."
"But... I mean, I barely know the guy," she said, running a hand through her hair. "And wouldn't that make it awkward for you? If your best friend...
