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“ it feels like somebody dragging a feather over my ribs ,” not necessarily unpleasant , just ticklish .
“ y’want any breadsticks or anything like that ?”
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peter’s palms stay where they’re at for a moment , eyes unblinking as he continues to look at her . nodding , he finally drops them down at his sides , hesitantly sliding them into his front pockets . »
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﹙ she slowly opened her
eyes . her gaze drifted
directly into his and
lingered there for a
moment . there was a
quiet , fragile gratitude
within her . she placed
her hands over his . a
bittersweet smile
appeared on her lips . ﹚
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it tickles , causing pete to bend ever so slightly at the waist with a chuckle , a pinkish hue feathering itself over his cheeks .
“ cmon now , quit it ,” he teases , placing the other for pizza .
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once he’s created enough space , he’s completely flipping their positions on its head . peter leans over rogue , hands pinned down underneath his , flesh touching velveteen gloves .
“ you were sayin’ , sweetheart ?”
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the genuine love struck puppy expression only lasts a few seconds . a slight smirk graces his features before one leg hooks around her waist while the other bends at the knee to push their bodies apart . »
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ᅠ her laughter is like a choir, filling out the cold space of the danger room with life and vibrancy. it’s the simple moments, such as this, that tear and claw their way into her chest, moving past muscle and bone, to her heart. she’ll never ask for anything else -
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