“I like this.” He glances around. “The kitchen?” A smile tugs at my lips. “That’s nice too, but I was talking about holding hands.” “I’m glad,” Nero says it so seriously that I snicker. He glances at me, as he leads us to another, more hidden stairway behind the kitchen. “What?” “It’s just funny, how you said it.” “How I said I’m glad?” He’s truly confused, and that only makes it funnier. “Yeah, because you sounded like the least glad person ever.” The edge of his mouth lifts into a smirk. “You’re kind of a smart ass, aren’t you?” I narrow my eyes, choosing not to answer, and Nero lets go of
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