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Sera closed her eyes briefly, savoring the gentle warmth of his kiss on her cheek. That one word—always—settled in her chest like a promise, soft and steady. She turned her head slightly, brushing her nose against his. “You really mean it,” she murmured, almost like she was marveling at the fact. Her fingers found his again, lacing through them with care. “Then I’m not letting go,” she whispered. “Not now. Not ever.” She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder, letting the quiet between them be filled with trust and something stronger than words. |
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Finn smiled softly. "Together, forever and always," |
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Sera smiles, "What should we pack for our picnic?" she asks, resting her head on his shoulder. |
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"What would you like to pack, sunshine?" he asked softly, glancing down at her. |
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Sera looks up, placing her finger on her chin, pondering for a moment. "Fruit!" she responds after a few seconds, excitement shining in her eyes. "What about you? what would you like to pack for the picnic?" she asks, turning her head and focusing her attention back onto him |
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Finn chuckled, "Okay, fruit it is," he agreed, making a mental list of it. "Champagne?" |
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Sera smiled into his shoulder, her voice soft and amused. “Ooh, fancy,” she teased gently, lifting her head to look at him. “Champagne sounds perfect—just a little, though. You know I get giggly.” She gave his hand a small squeeze. “Fruit, champagne… maybe something sweet too? Just a little dessert for the end. Just preferably no more ice cream" Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, the warmth in her chest blooming again. “It’s going to be a perfect night. I can feel it.” |
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"Well, non-alcoholic champagne. I promised you I'd stop drinking, and I plan on keeping that promise," he smiled. Finn nodded, thinking. "Why don't we do fruit for dessert, and something a little more hearty for dinner?" he mused. |
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Sera’s heart swelled at his words, a quiet smile blooming across her face. “You did promise,” she whispered, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “And you’ve already kept so many promises… I’m really proud of you, Finn.” She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, nodding along to his suggestion. “That sounds perfect,” she murmured. “Something warm and filling for dinner, and fruit to end it on a sweet note. Maybe… a pasta? Or something we can eat with our hands. Makes it feel more like a real picnic.” She looked up at him, eyes soft. “Whatever we end up having, I’ll be happy. As long as I’m with you.” |
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Finn smiled, "What about sandwiches?" he offered. "Of course, just me and you," |
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