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"A lot?"
He chuckled lowly. "That's good."
"No.. I want you to work in here."
"There's a 99.99999% chance that you can't handle your feelings for me? Jeez."
He went towards the door, a small frown on his face.
She took a breath. "Do you have work in here..?"
"How possible?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Alright.."
She looked up at him, her eyes tired. "I love you too."
She grinned. "Maybe?"
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He shook his head. "No."
She shook her head. "Don't be sorry. It's okay."
"Maybe you don't like me?" *** He turned over, his hand resting on her arm as he slept.
"It's just uncomfortable."
She watched him with sad eyes before resting against him again without a word.
"I knew it," she teased. "You hate it." *** He moved lazily to lay normally in the bed
He took a step, his brows furrowed. "Hm."
"Baby.." She murmured quietly, her voice still wavering.
She groaned. "I thought you were enjoying the date!" *** He murmured softly, his brow furrowing.
