“I missed you,” she whispered, like she’d been afraid to say the words out loud. I smirked and rose up to kiss the side of her head. “Easy now. It almost sounds like you like me when you say things like that.” “I think I do. Sometimes.” “Sometimes,” I repeated and laughed. “Yeah. I mean let’s not get carried away about it. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I haven’t also hated you more than once in the last twelve hours alone.” “I love you too, baby,” I said and kissed the side of her head another time. I forced myself not to laugh when she instantly sounded like she might hyperventilate.
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