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"I love you too," she said hopelessly, taking a drink of water.
"Perhaps."
"Are you sure you want me to change?"
She raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "You tried to kill this cute girl."
She flushed even deeper and put her hands flat against the table. "God. You're cute."
She laughed, her lips tracing a line up to his ear. "You're sweet."
"Should I?"
"Is your confidence so low that you require a near stranger to validate you?"
"You really are, Francis. Picture, like, the most beautiful woman in the world telling you that you were lovely. That's how I'm feeling right now."
She smelt vaguely of honeysuckle and lilac, and her nose brushed the skin on his neck. "How do you figure?"
"I can tell."
She laughed out loud, raising an eyebrow. "Continue flattering you?"
"You're so... ugh. So handsome."
She planted soft, sweet kisses on the side of his neck, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Only you."
He followed, yawning tiredly. "What are you making?"
"You look great for the age, though."
She flushed even deeper and hid her face in her hands. "Gah... see what you do to me?"
Her hand came up to rest on his jaw, and her forehead rested on his jaw. "I love you, Sam."
"You know you're the only one I have eyes for."
