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"It's not flirting."
"You can take away your hand.."
She looked up at him. "Are you sure?"
He grinned. "I do?"
"I want to do this. I want to learn.."
She let go of his hand. "No you don't. It's.. It's okay."
"Am I?"
"I'm not a big fan of this quite yet, okay?"
She looked over at him, her hand warm in his. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to.."
"..A sinner in church would be looking to repent?"
"Don't make fun of me."
She looked somewhat surprised, before taking it with a nod. "Yeah."
He shook his head. "Nope. No thank you."
"No it's not. Flirting is flirty."
She hesitated. "Okay.. Let's head back."
"Wonderful.. I don't know when I can let go."
"It's not flirty. It's me caring."
She sighed, nodding. "Okay. Thank you."
He nodded. "Thank you."
He smiled slightly. "I care about you."
