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"I did tell you," he pointed out again. "Do you regret calling me it?"
He laughed lowly, a smirk on his face. "I told you it was inappropriate."
He squinted, leaning his head slightly. "Okay. Girls generally use it when they want their partner to dominate them. Y'know, sexually."
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms as if challenged. "Do you really want to know?"
He looked like he couldn't tell whether to laugh or be mortified. "That's an inappropriate term. It's not a casual thing."
His eyes widened at her innocent face. "No! Not that one! Not that one."
He squinted, raising an eyebrow at her. "Z is fine."
He still seemed unsure, but nodded. "I'll leave it to you."
"No," he told her easily, "I'm just worried our plans might not align with your mothers."
"That doesn't mean she won't recognize me," he said nervously.
His frown deepened. "I don't completely believe that."
He was watching ahead, his gaze thoughtful. "Are you sure you fan convince your mother?"
Zerras listened with interest. He had never had such a deep familial bond. He couldn't speak much of his relatives because he hardly knew them....
They walked for awhile, the sun warm on their skin. It was mostly quiet for a long while.
He gently kissed the top of her head.
He nodded slowly, taking her hand. "I know you do."
"I think you're sweet to me," he said easily. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Plus you're sweet," he added easily.
He flushed, brushing her hair back gently. "You're so sweet."
His grin widened slightly. "You do?"
