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He squeezed her hand. " I'm not! I promise." *** "Ugghh."
He cocked his head, before going to the furniture and tugging on a canvas sheet.
She frowned. "No. I won't."
He sighed. "Fine." *** "Yes please. Can I look now?"
He began heading up the stairs, looking around curiously.
"I know I don't have a choice, but I'm definitely not ready."
He squinted at her, but said nothing. *** "Plain is fine."
He laughed. "Will do."
She nodded. "True. I guess that's good."
"Happy medium!" *** She groaned before turning around.
He nodded, kissing her cheek. "I'll start at the top."
"I noticed," she said quietly. "That just means were closer."
He grinned. "So.. 7." *** She sighed. "Thank you. Now, where are the bagels?"
He paused. "I'm not sure. Should we look?"
She looked up slightly, feeling the nervousness setting in once again.
He groaned. "Fine.. 7?" *** She gave one last attempt to escape. "You can have one too!"
He grinned, putting an arm around her. "No, because I feel the same way. We should clean a bit before we start unpacking."
She glanced around, before looking down again, her brows furrowed.
He pursed his lips. "5..?" *** She sighed. "I just want a bagel.."
Francis looked around, his head cocked with interest before looking down at Tom with a small smile. "This place needs a little cleaning. Dusty."
