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Bridget pressed her forehead on his. "Why are you sorry?" she asked, out of breath as well.
Bridget pressed her forehead on his. "Why are you sorry?" she asked, out of breath as well.
(I'M SINGING DEH)
"I didn't think…T-That would happen…"
(Lol)
"Did I go too far?" she asked softly. "I'm sorry."
(NO LIKE ACTUALLY SINGING. THIS IS WEIRD. I HAVEN'T SANG IN THREE YEARS)
"N-No not at all."
(OH THAT'S SO COOL!!!! ;D)
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked, cupping his face gently.
"Yep." he said softly.
"Then why are you sorry?"
"I-I don't know…"
"Don't be sorry for nothing," she whispered.
"O-Ok…" he said quietly moving his head further into her hands.
She kissed him lightly. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah." He smiles.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked, gently kissing him again.
"More than you think."
"Mmm…" she hummed, continuing the intervals.
He finally had enough and kissed her softly. "Payback."
She smiled against his lips. "I'm not complaining…"
He laughed and pulled away. "Coffee," he states. "But first clothes."
"Right," she replied, reluctantly sitting back in her seat. This was strange: no one had ever made her feel this way before.
After a while, he started up the car.
Bridget brushed her hair behind her ear and looked out the window.
Joseph held out a hand for her.
She looked over and interlaced their fingers with a smile.
He smiled back.
"We should go," she prompted softly.
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