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He kissed her forehead. "Let's keep going." *** "I have the ability to give you butterflies. That's power."
"Right," he said with a laugh. "It's impossible."
She let him move her hands, a smile on her face. "Good."
"Right," he agreed. "Good thing I have a body." *** "Yeah, but.." She shook her head, "nevermind."
He nodded, placing an arm around her. "I promise. You too?"
She grinned at him, not removing her hands. "I feel like being difficult."
He smiled. "I'm spared?" *** "Butterflies?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her hand idly brushing the back of his neck.
He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
She placed her hands over her ears stubbornly. "It's too late. I'm a bad person."
He pursed his lips. "Maybe.." *** "A good scary?"
He grinned, joined her. "Hmph. I guess I will."
"Only bad people steal."
"Five?" *** "I didn't mean for it to."
"Just, like, in the long run. I was joking anyways."
"But I am a bad person."
"A kiss?" *** She chuckled. "Maybe later."
"Well, you probably wouldn't be in this situation."
"Then I guess I'm just a bad person."
He patted her head. "Spare me?" *** She kissed his jaw. "I guess that works then."
He sighed. "Me too.. But we can make new memories."
