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"We both know that is not true, as you agreed you are a smart-ass."
"Jack, I think I need alone time.." She shook her head, not facing him.
"Of, shush. You know what you can be." He chuckled.
"No, I think I understand. I never wanted to say anything in the first place, because I knew you didn't like me." The noise was making her...
"But other times," he said, raising a finger, "you sound like a jerk."
"Important? The only thing it was important to was my own embarrassment." She seemed annoyed with herself, and her words were uncertain.
"Of course I love you despite that. I find it funny sometimes, too," he said, glancing at her.
She stepped away, shrugging his hand off her shoulder. "I never should have gotten drunk last night."
"Smart-ass" he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, smiling slightly.
She shook her head. "I just... I didn't see it ever happening. Why would you like someone like me? There's no reason you should."
"Good," he said, kissing her cheek. "I would be disappointed if you didn't."
"No, I think we can definitely have that. I'll have to forget every day. Does that work? Or can you marry me without me having to forget?"
She didn't say anything, just looked at the ground uncomfortably.
"And if I do?" he asked playfully.
"I apologize," she said slowly, crumpling up the paper. "So, um, when I'm drunk I'm probably more honest than I am when I'm sober.."
"I learned awhile ago, but I'm only applying it to things now," he said, chuckling.
She reluctantly emerged from the blankets, moving over to the desk where she looked at the note, bringing it close to her face. "Oh... Hm. S-so I...
"I've been forced to agree. You've proved it enough to where I can't say otherwise." He kissed her cheek.
"Did I?" She laughed nervously. "I don't believe you."
"Is that what you think?" he asked with a grin. "Well, you're always right."
