“Would you attend some of my parties?” His hands palmed up her bare back. “All of them.” She pulled away a little, glancing at him. “But you hate parties. I don’t think you’re fond of my friends, either.” “I can learn to like them.” His arms locked around her waist and dragged her back to him. “I can be civil.” She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, Can you? For you, yes. She bit down on her lip again, thinking. “And you’ll dance with me?” “That’s a given.” “What if we fight all the time?” “I’d rather fight with you than do most other things.” Her forehead pinched in surprise. “You would?”
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