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"Oh really?" she asked. "I'm in power, so how are you going to do that?"
He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Sure. Fine."
"Of course," he said, kissing her cheek. "I promise.'
She grinned, reaching her hand up to place gently over his. "I know. I'm a tyrant."
"What did I say about distracting me?" he teased.
He frowned. "You don't have to worry about me," he told her softly. "I'm just fine."
She laughed softly, the sound light and warm. "Yep. No more."
He chuckled. "Definitely not," he said. "I would never."
He tilted his head slightly. "Why?"
She stuck out her tongue at him. "You mock me, Curnow."
"I would never do that to you," he said, feigning offense. "How could you even think that?"
"I do," he admitted. "I can play after my homework, though."
"I'm glad you're in love with me," she told him. "I'm in love with you too."
He raised an eyebrow. "Of course not."
"I try to sort my time evenly," he said. "Piano took too much."
She laughed, though it sounded a bit embarrassed. "Probably because I'm nice."
He grinned at her. " You sure you're not biased?"
"Ridiculous?" he asked. "Why do you say that?"
She squinted at him. "You let me win."
He chuckled, checking for cars before merging back onto the road. "I'm glad you think so."
