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Her eyebrows raised, and she looked out nervously. Her steps were cautious, like a deer in the meadow.
He sighed softly, pulling her close. "You're so drunk." *** "I'm into you."
He grinned, his eyes warm. "Hi."
She opened the window and looked out, before shaking her head with a sigh. She tried the door, a bit too hopeful.
He paused, smiling nervously. "Sorry." *** She nodded. "Of course."
He watched her curiously before standing and approaching, his gait still unsteady. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her hair.
She looked around frantically, searching for anything that could help with escape, her eyes insistent.
He was quiet, before pulling back slightly, only to kiss her deeply, his hands resting in her waist. *** "Yes you are. Don't worry, I love it."
He shot her a grin. "You're ridiculous."
She looked at him with distaste, but entered the room, her eyes drawn on the floor.
He kissed her hair. "Why?" *** She burst out laughing. "You're ridiculous."
He shook his head sadly. "I just wish I could understand you."
She frowned. "Why's that?"
He looked surprised. "Why not?" *** She grinned. "I knew it."
He laughed. "I suppose you can be."
She glared at him. "I don't like to be touched."
He shook his head. "Not when your sober." *** She took his arm. "As you wish? Are you magic?"
He chuckled. "No? Damn. Thought I had it."
She tensed, but continued walking. "Please don't touch me."
He kissed her back, before stopping and pulling away. "You don't want this." *** She sighed. "Fine. We're still going."
