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She froze, hesitating, before chucking the pillow at him.
He smiled. "I'm not complaining."
"Well you said to say nice things. What am I to say if you dismiss all of it?"
She slowly grabbed a pillow, rolling her eyes nonchalantly. "I do not."
He smiled slightly, kissing her cheek. "You spend every day with me, my love."
She patted his head lovingly before standing at the window and watching out of it. "It won't be that bad, probably. And over soon."
She pursed her lips innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, but we've been doing this for a awhile now. I still make you fluttery?"
"You shouldn't be.. But I'll do you ask."
She squeezed his hand before flopping on the bed playfully, her eyes bright.
"Oh, no? Why not?"
"I don't think so. You're hurt. It's no embarrassing."
She nodded, standing up and offering her hand.
"It's simply a given," he teased.
She crossed her arms. "Do you think it would hurt less if I helped you?"
She pulled away after a moment, lookinh quite embarrassed. "I'm sorry.."
"Not yet," he said warmly, "but I will by then."
She squinted at him. "Physically."
She moved closer, her hand brushing his jaw as she kissed him.
"And then we'll return to the hotel and sleep?",
