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She slipped into her pajamas.
"Not fair."
She groaned slightly, folding her arms. "I'm an assassin. It's what I do."
"You can't make me."
(Happy early birthday!)
She nodded slowly. "I'll change in here."
"This time," he muttered, sitting up.
"I could..." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I could leave, maybe? I could move."
"I love you too."
(Ladies first)
She rested her shoulder on his. "Yeah."
"Fine."
"That's... huh. What are we going to do?"
"Jerk."
(OKayyyy)
She came over and sat next to him, looking at the ground.
"How am I supposed to get out of this?"
She reached up and touched it idly. "Is there?"
He sighed before crawling over to her on the bed, leaning down and kissing her.
(MEeting the guy at the market?)