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"Moles are ugly," she told him fiercely, her voice muffled. "I'll never forgive you for comparing me to a mole."
She seemed excited, obviously happy to have found the perfect rock. "So.. Do I just throw it?"
He smiled at her brightly, his eyes warm. "We were meant to be. Don't you think?"
"Just this once," she teased, before pausing and bending down to pick up a flat rock. "Will this work?"
He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Even then."
She pulled the blankets over her head. "Don't be mean to me!"
She looked up at him before resting her head on his shoulder. "Fine."
He gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "I'm lucky to have you."
"Submerging myself in the dark and warmth," she told him, her voice smooth and languid.
She flushed slightly. "That's not how I meant it.."
He kissed her forehead. "Thank you."
She held his face in her hands, watching him adoringly. She paused before kissing his nose and pulling her hands back, moving further under the...
She squinted at him, but squeezed his hand. "You're lucky I like you."
He kissed her nose. "No. Stay with me."
She kissed his jaw softly. "I love you."
"Was that an insult or are you actually concerned?"
She laughed quietly. "I'll be optimistic for you."
She chuckled giving him a quick kiss. "Don't worry. You're good."
He chuckled, his head cocking. "So you didn't kiss me because I apologozed?"
She sighed. "No.. I can be a downer sometimes."
