[ He kisses her and she kisses him back, her legs lengthening as she pushes herself up onto tiptoe to meet him, a smile tightening against his mouth, making the kiss awkward but earnest in its intent. When she breaks away again, her teetering attempts giving way to flatfootedness, Claret exhales a breathless laugh, burrowing close to his chest, looking for him to hold her. ]
I think you like me okay, [ she teases (though buried deep beneath the surface there is the thought that she cannot help, that insecurity that says you like Vermillion better. ]
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I think you like me okay, [ she teases (though buried deep beneath the surface there is the thought that she cannot help, that insecurity that says you like Vermillion better. ]