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"I'm not going to be sleeping on it, and it's more comfortable than the floor."
"Don't shush me!"
He shrugged slightly, leaning back. "It's pretty small. Cozy."
She flushed slightly, shaking her head. "Shush."
"Gabe..."
"You just killed my baby!"
The flames darted across his violet eyes and he moved to sit by the water again. "Sleep on the cot," he said flatly, gesturing to it.
"Not yet."
"I look good, baby."
"Because you like sitting on me."
"My baby!"
He seemed satisfied but still tense, going over to the fireplace and lighting it.
"Right, right, right."
"But you love me. Plus, I look great."
"And you told me that sitting on me is comfortable."
"It's a cake this time."
"Don't go," he said flatly. "It's dangerous out here at night. Especially for sirens. Stay here."
"I am. I'm a recluse."
"What? No."
"You're so desperate to be close to me."
