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He chuckled. "Have they?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. "Then we adjust."
"Okay, then I'm going to tickle you." *** "That would make sad."
He cocked his head. "Sleeping?"
"Well, you count to keep rhythm. Just one, two, three."
"That's no fair." *** She nodded. "My point exactly."
He chuckled. "I get it."
She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "It s okay. I'll teach you," she reassured, taking his hands and putting them on her...
"Really?" *** She laughed. "Yeah."
"Was it though?" he asked. "Not the firework?"
She blinked. "You can't slow dance?"
He smiled slightly. "I'm gonna." *** "Definitely not!"
He laughed. "That's not what I meant."
"Of course not.. Won't you dance with me? Please?"
" You won't even expect it." *** She rolled her eyes. "Yeah.."
He smiled slightly. "I had a really nice night."
She laughed. "So?"
"I'm going to get you eventually." *** She looked up at him. "This is your house and I'm wearing your shirt. I don't think you'll be leaving."
He nodded, squeezing her hand. "I love you."
His words seemed to make her happier, and she grinned. "Dance with me!"
