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He didn't seem to like this, frowning at her slowly.
She looked up at him quietly, her eyes fluttered from his touch. "You didn't do it...?"
"You won't mess up," he murmured gently. "I've already forgiven you."
She exhaled slowly, murmuring under her breath. "I'm so in love with you, Warner Williams."
He frowned in confusion before obliging gently.
"I do," she affirmed playfully.
"Hm. I didn't know I had that effect."
"I don't think you'd be able to do it," she replied, glancing down. "I think you're bluffing."
"Excited?" he asked, sounding amused. "What are you excited about?"
She exhaled sharply, her hand in his hair. "Warner, what exactly do you think you're doing?" she murmured, a playful edge to her voice.
"Why? Are you scared?"
She flushed lightly, her fingers in his hair.
"I was, yes," he said, nodding. "I can kiss it again, if you'd like."
"I'm sure," she said wryly, sitting up on her arms to kiss him.
"Of course I did. I was kissing your pulse, Aspen."
"Well, I refuse to believe that you'd give me a mark in return. That'd just be rude."
"I know. Your heart beats quickly when I do."
"Oh, really?" she asked skeptically, brushing his hair back. "I find that hard to believe."
"I always want to kiss you," he said simply. "Everytime I'm close to you."
She raised an eyebrow playfully, her hand coming up to rest on his jaw. "Yes. You have this 'rough' persona that you keep trying to bring out,...
