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"Not right now," he said. "Maybe in a few hours."
"I don't love you," she said coyly, following him. "I only like you a little bit."
"Yeah, you did," he said softly. "It's okay though."
"I don't get what your point is, Jack." She crossed her arms, her eyebrows furrowing. "We weren't supposed to talk about feelings."
He scratched behind his ears with his free hand, before settling back down, bringing Poppy's hand up to kiss it.
"I have not fallen in love with you," she shot at him. "So, calm down."
He was quiet, only glancing down at her occasionally. He took her hands gently, lightly brushing her fingers.
"You're such a jerk," she said teasingly. "So full of yourself. Tsk tsk."
He was quiet after that, just relaxing next to her. He yawned but didn't sleep.
"Shut up, no I don't." She crossed her arms, a frown forming on her face as she lied.
"That's good," he said quietly, kissing the side of her head. "I'm glad."
"I know, I know." She sighed. "But when you say it, it's weird. Not bad weird, just unusual. I like hearing it from you."
He observed her for a moment, then embraced her. "It's okay now though, right?"
She blushed, but covered it with her hands and forced it away. Ignoring her pounding heart, she approached and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for...
"I'm glad I have you, too," he said softly, turning his head up to kiss her cheek. "I'm terribly lucky."
"Mm, nuh uh. I will hold onto that until my dying days," she teased, tilting her head.
He lay silently, listening to her heart beat comfortably as they rested, his fingers combing through the grass. "I love you."
"No, no," she said. "You're opinion matters the most to me, remember? When you said I was pretty?"
"Good," he said quietly, feeling relaxed. "Good..."
"All the signs point to it, Jack. You even got a splinter out of my hand." She stepped away, crossing her arms. "If you won't forgive me then I'll...
