"Well, but that's just because you have a crush on me." * ** His thumb brushed her cheekbone. "You totally are."
“I...” she hesitated before changing her wording. “I really like you. But you have to die.” *** “Well, jokes on you! I can’t be confused.”
“Hm. You put a lot of confidence into your kisses.” *** He raised an eyebrow. “Should that scare me? Because it definitely does.”
"Hm... I feel like I'd get them even if I didn't agree to the deal." * * * "Well, it's a good kind of scary..."
She laughed brightly, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’ll allow it, don’t fret.” *** “You know. Butterflies.”
He smiled. "I'm spared?" *** "Butterflies?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her hand idly brushing the back of his neck.
"For now. It'd be a shame to have this bed and not have a body to occupy it." * * * "Yeah. You know, that old cliche. Butterflies in the stomach."
He kissed her forehead. "Let's keep going." *** "I have the ability to give you butterflies. That's power."
