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"Flirting with you isn't bad," he said. "We're getting married soon."
"I don't care," she told him quietly. "I like this."
"Like what?" he asked curiously.
"It's my reward."
She kissed him again. "I love you too."
"What are you writing?"
"I know," he said teasingly. "It's fun."
She stood up slowly, her arms wrapping around his ribcage as they kissed.
He glanced her, subtley checking to see if she wanted to be partners with someone other than him.
"You are," he said, taking the flower from his hair and putting it in her own.
Her free hand reached up and brushed his jaw, her touch light and thoughtful.
"Oh," he murmured. "That."
"Talking to you is distracting," he said smoothly, "because you're the only thing on my mind."
She couldn't help but smile, taking one of his hands.
He gave a quick nod, straightening out his papers.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't been paying attention to how long we've been walking."
He listened silently, obviously a bit lovestruck. She rested her head on her hand, playing idly with a lock of her hair.
"Okay," he said determinedly. "I'll find one."
"Good." He squeezed her hand. "Thanks."
"Yeah," she said nodding. "You don't have to if you wouldn't like to, though."
