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"Why am I a jerk?"
He kissed her cheek. "Are you certain?"
She withdrew closer to the wall. "Are you going to just take my drink and ask me about how I feel when obviously the answer is anything but...
She smiled warmly, her hand resting on the side of his neck.
He grinned. "Maybe so. I would be terribly jealous."
A strange expression crossed her face after a moment of thinking. Like the chat turned sour. "Shouldn't you be with her? You'd probably care more...
She went to him, slipping onto his lap. "Just relax with you."
"They should always look at you like that."
"She doesn't trust me."
She stood up, taking her empty plate and washing it off.
"Stop what?"
"No.."
He smiled at her, his eyes warm.
"She seemed protective."
She smiled slightly. "I love you.
"I love you.'
"I don't think so."
She reached her hand across, opening it for him. "I'm sorry."
He glanced back at her, watching her thoughtfully.
She groaned, pulling her hand back. "I don't think your girlfriend likes me."
