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"No, Theo, seriously, I am tired. There's-"
His mouth comes down on me again, and I feel his hair caressing my face. I open my eyes.
"Your hair," I say.
He sits up and takes the hair tie that snapped. His hair falls over his shoulders, sticking out on his shoulders and chest that's greasy with sweat.
I sit before him and help him with his hair. He watches me and then his arms wind around my waist and make me sit on his lap. He's smiling.
"What?"
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