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He sighed irritably before tossing another handful of snow at her.
She grinned, swinging one arm over his shoulder. "Excellent!"
"That's a weird genre, I'll admit."
He rolled his eyes, flushing slightly. "Yeah, right."
She looked up at him with a smile. "Tonight?"
"But you need to be careful. Seriously, Canyon."
"Tell me I smell like roses, Gabe. Roses and chamomile."
"You like romantic horror."
"That sounds like judging."
She buried her face in the pillow. "Yeah. It'll just be like old times."
"Admit it, then. Tell me I smell like roses."
He laughed out loud, looking down at her. "Romance?"
He smirked, following her into the house. "I like sweet stuff. Don't judge me."
She dimpled, resting her head on her hands. "There is."
"You called me stinky when I know for a fact that I'm not!"
"Tez..."
"I'm a dessert person."
She looked up at him with a grin. "Hi. It is. It's exactly the same."
"Well, you called me stinky. I'm just embracing it."
"Documentaries? I don't know. What do you like?"
