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"I try!" He groaned. "Goodness."
"Good Lord," he muttered under his breath. "I could never get tired of you. You're the best thing."
She cocked her head. "I've never seen one."
"Ugh!" He threw his hands up. "Impossible!"
He paused. "Why would I trick you? We're getting married in six months."
She pulled the covers over her head. "I like the dark. I like night time."
"I'm not judging you!"
"Baby, I'm not breaking up with you," he said. "I love you."
She sighed. "I wish it was nighttime again."
"I am not."
She was quiet. "I love you."
"I swear I'm not judging you."
"What?! God no!" He sighed. "Just get here quickly."
He sighed heavily. "I can't handle you."
She smiled softly, lightly kissing his jaw.
He was quiet for a moment. "Oh my god."
He frowned. "Shame on you."
She grinned, shutting her eyes again with a small sigh.
He frowned. "Please be safe. I'm coming to find you."
"Morals are for good people."
