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"That's a lie," she told him. "You lost because you love me!"
"Probably because you assumed things like badminton."
He frowned. "We still both apologize."
She smiled against his lips. "I won!"
"Nah. I liked soccer. Miles played baseball."
He looked up at her, his head tilted slightly. "You do the same thing."
She grinned for a moment, kissing his cheek again before speaking quietly into his ear. "I love you."
He raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you could call them that."
He frowned, his eyes on the floor. "Right. Sorry."
She smiled slightly, sensing that she would win soon, and kissed his nose gently, running a hand through his hair.
"Sometimes," he replied. "Other times I was with friends."
"Well, how we're you supposed to know he was bad?"
She kissed a line to his cheek, one hand resting on his shoulder, and the other gently brushing his jaw. She paused for a moment, looking into his...
"Kinda. It wasn't uncommon for me to be there," he said, watching as nice looking buildings passed them by.
"That wasn't your bad," he said. "It was his."
"Hm," she murmured, kissing his neck. "We'll see."
He kissed the top of her head, turning back to the road right after. "I love you, too."
"I think the time at your desk has paid off," he said. "Maybe all these experiments are the reason you're so smart."
She laughed, putting her arms around his neck. "You sure?"
"I'm glad," he said. "I wouldn't want to wait either."
