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"That went well." He raised his brows, gripping tightly onto my hand.
"I'm sorry she reacted like that."
He shook his head. "I always get that kind of reputation."
I pulled his arm towards me, stopping in my place.
"Well they're wrong."
He softly chuckled. "You worry too much."
"Because I care about you." I hugged his torso, pressing my head to his chest. He raised his brows, waiting for me to notice. I looked up and frowned.
"What." I mumbled.
"If you wanted to cuddle, you should've asked."
I jokingly slapped his chest, shoving him slightly.
"Are we supposed to sleep out here or something?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, there's no way they're going to let us sleep inside, but we might as well try."
"Oh cmon, how bad can nature be?" I laid my arm on his shoulder.
"There's a spider on your back."
I raised a brow. "I thought you knew me by now."
"What, you're not scared of spiders?"
"Nope." I smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets.
"So what are you afraid of?"
I let out a quick breath before whispering in his ear. I narrowed my eyes as he fell to the ground, laughing his heart out.
"Ha ha ha, so funny." I crossed my arms. "Lets see what your fear is."
He finally finished laughing, and let out a deep breath. "My fear?" He touched his chest.
I nodded, still keeping my eyes still and narrow. He tapped a finger on his bottom lip, pulling a thinking face. I pushed his hand away and he broke into laughter again.
"Bitch, tell me." I kicked his leg, unsuccessfully tripping him.
He tried to pull a straight face, and took another two minutes to think. I groaned, making him lose his train of thought.
"You're stalling."
"Did you just call me Stalin?"
"Wh- no." I slapped my forehead, before jumping back to life again. He widened his eyes, taken aback by my sudden movement.
