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He silenced, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek.
"Ew."
"I don't know how to change you either."
She took his hand and began heading back towards their room. "What are you going to wear?"
"I won't," he promised with a nod. "I never want to get mad at you. I always feel sad when we're fighting." A sad look crossed his face and he...
"Shhhhh."
"It is, yes."
"Let's do it."
She grinned wickedly. "Oh, good."
"I'm drunk, baby. I'm allowed to get mad later."
"Yeah, baby?"
"Trapping you," she said sweetly.
"We can trade."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yes, I will... I don't want to go home..."
"No, you."
She groaned before wrapping her legs around his waist.
"I want to grow them."
"Mmhm. Just for you."
"Where are you staying? Let's go there."