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He relaxed under her touch. "I'm excited."
"She was 13? And what were you, 15?" She smiled teasingly at him. "Your pride.."
"I'm only teasing. I mean, she is the one who can run around with sticks better."
He smiled softly at her. "Isn't that amazing?"
She laughed, her eyes bright. " Well, it was probably pretty cool to see."
He smirked. "You're worse than George," he said teasingly.
He shifted, lying down. "Sounds like a plan to me."
"Well, that's Natalia." She grinned, tilting her head. "I'm sure you're okay at it."
He frowned. "That's not what I said."
He grinned, looking back at her. "Let's lay down."
"I don't know how to play chess," she admitted. "You should teach me."
He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Hello."
He sat at the edge of the bed. "Love you."
She smiled softly. "I really love you, too."
Francis pulled away, turning towards the source with a glare, suspecting he knew who it was.
He rejoined not long after, stretching as he shut the door. "Are you tired?"
She took his hand, her gaze soft. "I'd believe it."
He brushed back her hair. "Of course."
He kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
Her eyes widened for a moment, and she couldn't hide her smile. "Ah! I knew we were perfect for each other."
