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She scrunched her nose, a smile appearing on her face. "I'm glad."
"Definitely not. I mean, do you even know yourself? You're smart, and nice, and pretty, and funny, and overall amazing."
"I'll remind you," she said. "I promise."
He smiled and took her hands in his. "I'm glad I'm with you. I'm terribly lucky."
She took his hand and stepped in carefully. "This was fun."
He slid behind her, kissing her cheek. "What are you looking at?"
"Good, good. I don't really think I'd like to be hurt by you, so that works."
He exited the room, going to the bathroom to change into the clothes. He would return a minute later.
"Nope. That'd be considered hurting you, unless I lose, of course."
"I'm going to go change real quick, okay?" He gave a nod to the door. "Be right back."
"And I said I would never hurt you. I'm keeping that promise."
He looked it over, then nodded. "Yeah, I think that will work. Thank you."
"The only problem is that I wouldn't fight you, cause then I'd end up hurting you." She tilted her head. "I don't want that."
"I think that would work," he said, pulling away. "If you don't mind me borrowing it."
"Do it! I'll take you down," she said mischievously, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you suggesting I wear one of your shirts that likely not fit?" He leaned down to kiss her. "I don't know if that would work."
"I'm a shark!" she exclaimed. "Fear me!"
"No, I didn't. I'm sure we can figure something out, though."
"I am not prey," she remarked. "I will always be the predator."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, his head tilting. "That's fine. I can make do."
