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He smiled against her lips, his eyes bright. "I love you."
"Not much, or anymore at least." *** "You gave it to me!"
She turned her head to intercept his kiss, a smirk on her face.
"Fine!" he teased. "I won't."
He paused, then beamed. "You're perfect, to me." *** She chuckled, moving to kiss him. "You're pretty great."
She shot him a grin, flipping back her hair teasingly. "I knew what I was doing."
He laughed light-heartedly. "Don't bring that back!"
He broke out into a grin, his eyes bright. "Perfect!" *** "A rite of passage?"
She grinned mischeviously. "I already did that."
"What?" he teased. "I'm just saying it's neat."
He blinked, his eyes wide with surprise. *** She kissed his cheek. "Enough to let me wear one of your shirts."
"Well, that's mean," she said playfully, standing up. "I'm going to go do my work."
He paused, then squinted. "That's neat."
"Nooo! Have mercy!" *** She blushed slightly, laughing. "You're sweet."
"Is there? Well, I'm sorry I'm not trustworthy."
He smiled, looking out. "It's peaceful."
"Please! I just find you surprsing!" *** "You look pretty good wearing whatever, though."
"That is mean."
He joined her, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I love you, you know."
"I surrender!" *** She flushed, but went to sit next to him. "That's a lie."
