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His eyes widened and he grinned. “Whoa! Can you teach me?”
She shrugged noncommittally, shifting to get closer to him. "Whenever you want."
"I think it would be hilarious."
(How do we set this next one up?)
"You certainly seem mad."
"Oooh. Yes."
Her fingers traced his chest slowly before she sighed, pulling the sheets over them.
(Zoop?)
"Please don't be mad."
"Agreed. We'll track one down."
She laughed lightly, reaching up to brush a dark lock of hair out of his face. "I sure do love you."
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple lightly as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. "There we are..."
"C'mon, Av..."
He laughed lightly, shaking his head. "No. Not in person."
"That was a while after. But you told me you loved me the first day I slept in your room."
"Excellent," he said, sliding off her lap. "Thank you."
"You admit I'm right, then?"
"Of course."
"And I can't play guitar."
"You told me you loved me for the first time."
