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She watched him go, sighing in adoration.
"She did not," he said. "It was a tie, if anything."
"Not that I can think of," he said. "Do you?"
She grinned up at him. "Thank you."
"Not with a child," he said surely.
He sighed, his arms around her. "I'll be sure from now on."
"But I've never played and you have to teach me."
"I am not being beaten," he said sternly. "It's basically a game."
"Kind of," he told her, "but I can never be sure."
"Well," she said, drawing the word out, "why don't you teach me chess, and you can get another chance?"
"Age is just a number," he said teasingly.
He smiled. "Really? I'm glad."
She kissed him lightly, her hands gently rubbing his back. "I'm glad you're mostly over it now."
"It was a joke," he said. "Besides, she can be mean."
"You're my most favorite person in the entire world," he said softly into her hair. "And I'm excited to spend the rest of my life with you."
She reached for him, her arms outstretched. "How did you ever get over it?"
"Really?" he asked. "For awhile I thought we were mortal enemies."
"We can rule the world, you know," he said, brushing back her hair.
She laughed. "I'm sorry for your loss."
He laughed. "Go do that, then."
