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"Landon is always happy," he replied warmly. "But Landon does enjoy compliments."
Francis rushed and pulled her back. "Poppy, no!"
"I know," she replied softly. "But still."
He sighed. "No, I can deal."
He rushed after her, quickly climbing the stairs to get her.
"I do love you, okay? Don't ever, ever doubt that."
He squinted at her. "Low rate."
Francis blinked before jumping up and running to the door. "Poppy! No!"
She watched him, her brows furrowing as she became absorbed in the moment. She paused, before kissing his deeply, her fingers gently brushing the...
"I'm not asking anything. Maybe that's just how you interpret it."
Francis sighed and went to the couch, shaking his head slightly.
"But it's rare," he said. "That's why."
He frowned. "Fine then. Go."
He laughed and got out. "I probably should."
He pursed his lips. "Please?"
"Good enough for me!"
She hesitated before wrapping her arms around his neck. "C'mon.. I'm sorry."
He stood up and grabbed her arm. "What if you get hurt?"
"Just like how I'm alright?"
She glared at him, her arms crossed. "Quit that."
