"I love you too. Don't ever leave me again," she murmured into his neck. She would always be afraid of that, since it seemed like they were always breaking up and getting back together.
She reached a hand up to brush his hair back and pulled back to smile at him. "You wanna go to bed?" she offered. "I think I'm laying on your jeans."
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She reached a hand up to brush his hair back and pulled back to smile at him. "You wanna go to bed?" she offered. "I think I'm laying on your jeans."