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— jest. they barely ever get into fights anymore. a miracle for him … she’s the only one he’ll force himself to hold his temper for.
“ you know when you’ll get to do it again? ”
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@ArduousPrior has some flowers for her at home, alongside a box of chocolates with a note inside that reads:
𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝟩. 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. - 𝘙.
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he orders them both the same thing, and while they wait for their food, he appreciates the time to catch up on her day.
“ that’s amazing, babe. ” his smile grows. “ always knew my girl was good at arguing. ”
all said in —
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he can’t help but chuckle at her words, shaking his head in amusement.
“ yeah, i know you a fair bit. ” he teases, placing his menu down on the table.
for a moment, he just watches her, admires her. it had been a little —
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— long we been together, can i? ”
it’s a rhetorical question. he never wanted this relationship to become familiar, or boring. he’d never stop putting effort in to keep things exciting.
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— that.
once they’re passed two menus, he thanks their server and takes a seat, glancing through their options.
“ gotta keep ‘ya surprised, ain’t i?” he smirks, looking up at her. “ can’t let you get too comfortable after how —
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it’s impossible for him not to smile when he sees her like this, genuinely happy. it’s worth everything. he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, and before he even realises, they’re at the airport.
his car is parked, and he —
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— his side, starting the engine. the trunk is already packed with their luggage, so it’s time for some food before their flight.
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he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. as she rambles away, he takes her hand and leads her back to his car, opening the door for her.
“ after you. ” grinning, he closes the door for her, circling around to —
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— ground, their lips never breaking apart, until an alarm he’d set on his phone interrupts them.
with a final peck, he places her back down gently and snoozes the timer, tucking his cell away.
“ oh, and we fly —
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a groan slips under his breath the second his neck is void of her touch again.
“ you better. ” though his tone is playful, the hint of warning is undeniable.
his hand slides around to the back of her neck, grip —
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