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He squinted at her. "Why would I?"
She gave him a small smile. "Noted."
He sat down as well, shaking his head. "Wrong."
She nodded, kissing his cheek. "Alright. I'll be at my apartment."
She shook his head. "That's not how this works."
She huffed. "That's not fair. It's just dinner."
"I do," he said. "I know when to stop."
She watched him adoringly. "Ah.. Alright. Which bookstore do you work at? Maybe I can stop by and give you something to eat later."
"You should respect people who respect themselves," he said sagely.
She looked up at him, pressing a finger on the dimple between his eyebrows. "You okay?"
He glared at her playfully. "Scared? I just know my limits."
She was quiet as she waited, folding her hands.
He laughed, shaking his head. "Two feet? That's way too much."
She nodded, going to put away her bowl.
He squinted at her with a huff. "What? You've had bigger? 12 inches is a lot."
She brushed his hair back. "I love you too."
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She looked up at him, tilting her head before she reached up and kissed his cheek. "I know.. It's okay. I know you would never hurt me."
He squeezed her hand, and they went out to get the food.
She hesitated, frowning slightly. "I figured.. Listen, Fer, you don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to, but.. You know I love...
