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"It's not my house- or old house." *** "But.. I don't want to! That's what I'm saying!"
She nodded, turning to kiss his forehead softly. "Yeah."
He pressed a few buttons before handing it to her, showing her a picture Francis had taken of him and Tom in the park, his arm playfully slung...
He pursed his lips. "I can wait here." *** "No, I don't."
She nodded thoughtfully, joining him on the bed. "Yeah. I'm okay."
He sighed heavily, taking a sip of his wine as he pulled out his phone. "I guess."
His hand brushed her back. "It's your cat." *** "Yes I am!"
She watched him carefully, her lips pursed. "You can sleep if you want."
He hesitated, taking her hands. "Fine."
She pursed her lips. "Not anymore. Are you?"
He frowned. "Nevermind." *** "Just teasing," she reassured, giving him a grin.
He shook his head. "No."
She frowned, but didn't question. "Oh. I see."
"That's mean and inappropriate." *** She grinned, a joking expression on her face. "Move in on the second date."
He took a breath. "Don't do this to me.."
"You," she answered. "Where were you?"
His eyes widened. "Hey!" *** "Switch off every week?"
"No you can't. Well.. Don't."
She put the twine back on before looking up at her, her eyes a bit confused. "Um.. Thinking."
He squinted. "You can't change my mind using simple tricks"
