“I’d sit with you, though.” My heart leaped in my chest. “You would?” He grinned. “You’re so tiny you don’t count.” I huffed out a breath. “I still count.” “You know what I mean.” he laughed quietly. “There’s no fighting for leg room.” He looked down at my feet, smile still firmly attached, and teased, “Are your feet even touching the floor?” “Of course,” I confirmed, then quickly felt for the ground with my toes to see if I was right. “See?” I tossed back, happy to discover that I was, in fact, right. Granted, my toes barely touched the floor, but there was definite tiptoe contact happening.
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