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She glanced up at it, her brow furrowing.
“And you wouldn’t use my past against me.”
He looked up at her with a weary smile. “Try not to cut my throat anytime soon.”
“I wouldn’t lie about something like this.”
She rolled her eyes, tapping his nose playfully.
“That we’d get married and be companions.”
“I’ll just have to work harder,” he said, avoiding her gaze as he looked down at her hands.
"You're still sweet."
"Stop it."
"Using my words against me was not part of the deal!"
He laughed slightly, his brows furrowed. "That's pretty sad, even for us."
“Eh. Not really.”
“I am.”
“That’s not allowed!”
He hesitated, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. “I miss you something awful,” he said quietly.
He frowned before shrugging slightly. “That’s it.0
“So, what’s next?”
“I’m right and you know it.”
“And using them against me!”
He hesitated, his brows furrowing. “It’s just... my logical side isn’t sure anymore, you know?” he said quietly, his hand coming up to cup her...
