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“Not. Why?” The words are a bit slurred as sleep begins to claim her, fingers stilling in his hair. She’s warm all through now, relaxed and happy.
“What do you mean?” He asks, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.
“Why d’you say ‘m gorgeous? ‘m not,” she manages more clearly. “Turnabout’s fair.”sir