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"Nope." He grinned. "You first."
"A bit," he admitted, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, revealing a plain, white t-shirt.
"Tsk tsk tsk. They could fall." She pursed her lips. "And die."
"Marrying you is my most prominent goal."
He frowned, crossing his arms. "I guess."
"Or," she said, raising an eyebrow. "They could die."
"Oh, right. I was supposed to remind you. We're getting married, by the way."
"Okay. Just checking."
"Maybe not," she said slowly. "What if they try to jump off?"
"Good," he said. "Because I feel the same about you."
"Will we need to do that?" he asked.
"Right." She nodded, then ducked her head. "I'm excited."
"You love me though," he said with a grin.
"Nope," he answered. "I don't do a lot of artsy things."
She grinned, kissing his cheek. "I'll keep quiet about it. Promise."
"It was both," he said, then spoke under his breath, but loud enough she could hear. "But mostly you."
He gave her a nod of gratitude and began making the way, his hands behind his back.
"Really?" She grinned excitedly. "Awesome!"
"You made me love you," she replied. "I'm holding you responsible."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Let's go."
