"You know if you don't win tonight I'm sure you'll get another shot." My taken aback self looked up and across at Dean, raising my eyebrows.
"You know that is just the motivation I was looking for. How did you know?" He chuckled, moving across to sit next to me, sensing the hint of anger in my voice.
"I didn't mean it like that," he tried to say, justifying his words.
"What if I win?" I smugly asked, giving him a knowing look. "What happens then? Are you going to be made because I took my shot and I might never get another."
"That's not what I'm saying, I just don't want you to be disheartened if you don't win. Of course I think you'll win." His hand landed on my knee, squeezing it to try and make me smile.
"Maybe you should tell your face that." His eyes widened, forcing a smile to appear on his face.
"You're always so grumpy, no matter how hard you try, that frown will never turn upside down," I teased, pinching his cheeks to form his lips into a plump pout, leaning forwards to plant my lips sweetly onto his for a quick kiss.
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