she giggles against his back, but doesn’t deny it. instead, her fingertips trace the exposed skin of his torso delicately, answering an entirely different question.
“end of summer. in no longer than a month.”
his last comment cuts off any scolding she was going to do for the height snipe, and her cheeks darken with a scoff.
“you’re so shameless . . of course i’ll marry you.”
“it’s not my fault you make it so easy.”
feeling him relax, she curls her arms around his waist instead, resting her forehead against his back.
“now are you going to ask me properly?”
flicking her gaze up, she meets his eyes with a mischievous look in hers, placing another kiss on his shoulder. where she can reach, anyways.
“i should piss you off more often.”
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Fighting. Fighting the urge to melt. All he does is turn his head to gaze at her over his shoulder.
The frown still tugged at his lips.
" What's your point. "
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“a little.”
she presses close to his back, fingers curling to hold his shoulders gently as her lips find the skin of his shoulder blade.
“you’re awfully hot when you’re mad at me and fighting restraint.”
“mm . .”
a slow, wicked smile takes shape on her lips, and she begins to circle him, fingertips brushing across his shoulders as she does.
“you know nothing of women, do you? just because you know the answer, doesn’t make the question itself any less impactful.”