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He gave her a small smile before his grin widened. "We could fly."
He laughed a little, looking down at her. "I'm in love with you too."
He tilted his head with a frown before he scooped her up in his arms and kissing her face. "I've told you you're my type. That means you're my...
He folded his arms. "I don't think it was true. I don't believe him."
He frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Did you really believe a single word he said?'
"I'm sorry," he said softly, his head tilted.
He laughed, slipping an arm over her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm kidding."
"I could pretend to be a concubine, if that's what you want."
He smirked. "Wiener? Well that hardly narrows down the choices."
He pursed his lips and squinted. "..Well what attributes are you looking for?"
He went silent for a moment, clearly a little irritated. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"I can tell your skeptical when I say I feel lust towards you. When I try to continue to tell you, you just tell me we don't have to talk about...
"No," he replied, pulling his hand away, "clearly I'm not. We can't even talk out a problem. You keep dismissing me.'
"What am I even supposed to do?" he sounded upset, shaking his head
"June, seriously," he said, crossing his arms.
He sighed slowly. "I do feel lust for you, June."
"See? You're doing it again. You're assuming how I feel and you're wrong."
He frowned slightly. "I don't like when you assume what I feel."
He rolled his eyes. "Not feeling it and not showing it are two different things."
He wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, lust, huh?"
