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Once she washed her hands, Llith joined them. |
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Dylan smiled, taking her hand underneath the table. |
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She smirked at him, tightening her grip. |
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After dinner, Dylan crawled into bed with her, cuddling in. |
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"You seem extra clingy today. Why?" She asked. |
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Dylan shrugged, curling into her and burying his face in her neck. "Cause I love you," |
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She just smirked, and played with his hair. "God, why are you so frickin' adorable?" She huffed, amused. "Your level of adorableness should be illegal." |
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Dylan grinned and chuckled, kissing her chest. |
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"Friggin' dork." She smirked, playing with his hair. |
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Dylan smiled up at her. "I love you," |
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