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She looked at him, her eyes shining in the moonlight. "Do you?" she asked, though it was more rhetorical. "It's nice to hear you say that."
He returned her gaze, before giving her a quick kiss. "I love you too. More than anything."
"That doesn't matter. You're still you."
"Me too," he said lowly. "I missed it a lot."
"Still," she said. "You don't need to do anything to impress me. You're already good enough that your presence is a gift."
He instinctively put his arms around her, his touch gentle.
"You don't need to impress with me with anything," she said. "Besides, you let me have that easel."
"Okay," he said softly. "Do you want me to get the light?"
"Not as important as hands. Trust me." She tilted her head. "As cool as sharks are, don't do it."
"I love you, too." His voice was quiet, and he pulled away, a small smile on his face.
"Jack, no. I want you to keep your hands. They're important," she said sternly.
He did, moving closer to her face slowly, his eyes on hers. His lips hovered lightly over hers before kissing her.
She took his hand, shaking her head. "Nuh uh. I'm not allowing that."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I want to do it again."
"Jack," she said smoothly. "You don't have a leash, or anything to bait it."
He moved to kiss her deeply, gently grazing her jaw. After a moment, he pulled. "What do you see that as?"
"How would you plan on doing that?" she asked, looking at him.
"I meant it nicely," he said, "not to argue."
She leaned back, looking at the sky. "Probably a lot."
He put his arms around her, pulling her closer. "This is exactly what I mean," he said softly. "You're literally competing against me in...
