forum Wait, that's not me...

Started June 27, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ginger caught her breath. "Do… Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?"

He gazed into her deep blue eyes, eyes crinkling. "Really? As a…" scratching his head, he tentatively ventured, "boyfriend?"

She nodded with a light smile. "If you want to, I mean."

"Of course I want to!" Rowl exclaimed, temporarily forgetting the zip-line in his excitement. Nervously rubbing his hands, his hopeful eyes sought out Ginger's.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good!" she cried excitedly.

A genuine smile formed on his features, giddiness gleaming through his eyes. "Love you," he murmured, again.

"Love you more!" she retaliated with a huge grin.

"Oh, I doubt it," he challenged, staring her down.

She pursed her lips and stared at him right back, dramatically crossing her arms over her chest.

A lopsided grin teased his lips as he mimicked her motion, raising a brow. "We're going there?"

"Yes," she replied firmly, a smile tugging at her lips no matter how hard she tried to keep it away.

"Give me your best," he dared, leaning onto his heels for show.

"Best what?" she asked, tilting her head.

Scrunching his face, he demanded, "Show me how much you love me, Ginger."

She stuck her arms out as wide as they could go. "This much!" she said childishly, a giggle on her lips.

The chuckle that erupted from his lips couldn't be stopped. "You know I have a larger arm span than you," he pointed out, still chuckling.

"No fair!" she complained, pouting adorably.

"Maybe it's fate," Rowl said conspiratorially, "Someone up there just knew that I'd love you more." He shrugged, feigning humility, trying not to get distracted by her pout.

"Nooooo! I love you more!" she insisted, still pouting.

He shook his eyes from her lips, giving her an fake, confused face as he spread his arms. "I don't know…" he mused, "I think we have the proof right here."

"No no no!" She tried to strain her arms to reach wider.

Cute, was the first thought that popped into his mind as he watched Ginger struggle. Bending down, Rowl wrapped his arms around her waist, mumbling, "This is what these arms are for."

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.

He tilted his head forward, so that their foreheads were touching. "This is what these lips are for," he rushed out, before gently capturing her pout with his lips.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed him back sweetly. He tasted good.