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“My hair has lots of poof.” I huffed, opening my eyes a little to look at Marina.
“My hair has lots of poof.” I huffed, opening my eyes a little to look at Marina.
"Mm," I agreed, "I think it's sorta cute. But if people are going to make fun of you, then.."
“If it gets you to keep putting your hands in my hair then I’m all for it, Pazza.” I gave her a cheesy grin.
My face flared red. "O-Oh. Okay. I—Okay. I'm never letting you get drunk again…"
“What?” I looked over at her, confused as to why she was blushing.
"Nothing," I mumbled and turned my head away. "Nothing. So, who won? The game. I think I did."
“Course you won.” I rolled onto my side, playfully nudging her arm. “I’m a sucker for a pretty face. You didn’t even have to follow that list, you know.”
I buried my face in my hands in a half-hearted attempt to hide my rapidly growing blush.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.” I sat up slowly, getting dizzy from the simple movement.
"Yeah," I mumbled through my hands, "You didn't upset me, I'm just truing to keep the last of my dignity in one piece."
“Your dignity? Am I that bad?” I teased gently. “I thought I was doing okay.”
"You're doing too good, that's the problem," I muttered, "With all your teasing."
“If this is too good then I must be a real drag when I’m sober, huh?” I mused. “I’ll try to remember that one for when I am sober. I good at be real smooth and witty on paper. But the uh… execution doesn’t work out so well.”
A muffled chuckle slipped through my fingers (which I secretly wanted him to move aside from my face). "Right."
“Can I?” I gestured to her hands. “I wanna see your face again. You’re gonna ruin your lipgloss.”
"Go ahead," I answered, trying to ignore my helplessly pattering heart.
I gently tugged at her wrists, bringing Marina’s hands away from her face. “There you are.” I grinned still holding onto her hands. I paused for a moment, looking at the beautiful girl in front of me. “Maybe I am a little lovestruck.” I mused softly, fostering the warmth flickering in my chest instead of trying to smother it.
My blush deepened further, but so did my dimples as my lips curved to form a flustered smile. "What are you going to do about it?"
“Cuddle you a whole lot and then panic when I’m sober.” I shrugged, smiling bashfully. “That is, if you’ll let me. I’ll be super gentle, I promise. Nothing without your permission.”
Apprehension flitted across my features. My upright posture shifted into a softer, unsure one. "I—I'd rather not when you're…. drunk. I'm sorry."
“But when I’m sober you’ll let me?” My face lit up.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'll do my best."
I smiled warmly at her, gently taking her hand and tracing the grooves in her palm. “What do we do now?” I asked quietly.
I blinked at him incredulously. "You're not—You're not upset?"
“Why would I be upset?” I looked up at Marina, blinking in surprise.
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