Separate names with a comma.
He laughed, his thumb brushed her cheek. "Yeah, you got me. I kind of brought it upon myself as well, though."
His touch was soft, and he pulled away for a moment, blushing. "Ah... We're still in the hallway.. Sorry."
(I AM GONNA DIE FROM THIS) He got chills as he felt her arms on the back of his neck, and shifted smoothly. He slowly moved to kiss the side of...
(ROCKING BACK AND FORTH LIKE AN IDIOT CAUSE THIS IS ADORABLE) He slowly put his forehead against hers, then moved his head to kiss her. One hand...
He wrapped his arms around her waist, raising an eyebrow. "I love you." (DOMINATION DOMINATION)
He watched her fondly as she spoke, smiling lightly. "I don't hate it either," he said, finally. "In fact, I don't know how long I could have...
"Yes, I suppose you're right," he said, then was silent for a moment, looking down. "Speaking of which, do you feel like we're moving too fast? I...
"Well, technically one thing can branch into many things, so you never know," he said, patting her head.
"Oh, I know," he said, a cocky grin on his face. "If you didn't, then I assume you wouldn't be with me."
He kissed her, raising his eyebrows after he pulled away. "Because I know you like it."
He looked at her with a smile. "The only downside is that I've gotten you to blush a lot more than you have with me. You'll have to live knowing...
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. There was a light tint of pink on his cheeks. "Hmph. Was that your goal?"
(soo cute) He seemed a bit surprised when she said that, and turned away, slightly embarrassed. "I would hope so, because I love you, too."
He looked down at her, then gently kissed her cheek. "It's alright, though. We're out of there, so we don't have to worry about it anymore."
"They knew, though. They may have been doing their job, but they knew Mr. Jeremiah was going to us for ransom." He sighed. "It was wrong, and they...
"Farm animals? Well, I see no difference between farm animals and humans if they're holding us captive," he said, his expression unreadable.
"Hm, will do," he said, walking towards the exit, his gait smooth and even. (The tables turned! Francis did the digging this time!)
"Alright. That should work fine. Thanks again, Phos," he said, taking Poppy's hand. He was still curious about what he was going to say, but...
"Oh, good. Name calling all to myself," he said sarcastically, but grinned. "I appreciate it, Poppy."
"I guess I can't fight then, since you aren't giving me much of a choice." He frowned, turning to Phos. "Is this what you had to deal with, too?"
