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She brushed her fingers through his dark hair. "You have no idea the effect you have on me."
He grinned sleepily down at her. "Hey."
"And I'm a pixie."
He kissed the tip of her nose.
She rubbed his back slowly, sitting next to him. "I'm sorry."
"You do. Isn't that ridiculous?"
He brushed his fingers through her hair.
"You are."
"Stop."
She was quiet for a moment, her brows furrowed. "How old were you?"
She felt a pleasant twisting in her chest at his words, and dipped her head to kiss his jaw. "God. You still give me butterflies."
He shifted awake a while later, blinking sleepily.
"Well, I wouldn't say that."
He flushed again. "No... you..."
"What do you mean?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathless from their kiss as she pulled away, his nose brushing hers. "I love you."
He stretched out, flopping back onto the bed.
"Damn straight."
"No, you."
"No, it's alright," she said, shaking her head. "Do you... do you mind if I ask what happened?"
