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"I'm living as much as I'd like to at this point," he replied. "Just right."
She sighed softly. "I guess. For you, alright?"
"Exactly." She shook her head. "I could have just stayed home today."
Francis groaned. "Did you just whoop?"
She raised an eyebrow playfully, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Me? No. I'm fierce!"
"Well, stopped, for starters."
Francis followed, set on getting out and back to camp.
She continued kissing him, her lips traveling to his neck and jaw.
"I kinda did."
Francis turned and looked away, a frown on his face.
She grinned, kissing him again, her touch gentle.
"We both have."
He nodded. "Alright. Sounds good."
She blushed slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All the kisses?"
"I kissed you back, though. And I'd do it again, which is worse.. I'm such a terrible person."
He went to Dylan. "This it?"
Her eyes widened as she chuckled slightly, setting it to the side. "I love you."
"No," she said. "It's just as much my fault."
He went and grabbed it, inspecting it.
She knelt down as well, beaming. "It's our house!"
