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"stop pestering me!" he said as she tried to grab his glasses from his hands she thought were sleeping. It was a big a slap as the "I'm going to go watch tv."
Ten days later, she sits in the knowledge of what she was trying to tell him "I can't stop fawning over you because I keep feeling like I have to perform to be liked by you! I don't get any fucking indication that you like me at all except - you're here in my world. Well fuck me silly if I'd like to once here you say you think I'm cool - if you even do? can you imagine what it's like to be constantly on edge with someone you're falling in love with? fuck. I can't even be myself because it's like fucking vacation every time we're together. I want boring. I want sitting on the sofa changing channels with popcorn."
He rolled his eyes gently. "we've had some of that."
"Yes, when you used to stay two days. Now you barely stay an evening - liking to hit it before dark then tag me then you're out. I notice, and I don't like it, but I take your scraps like a fucking hungry bitch that I am because unlike you - instead of liking you less - I have always felt amazed and grateful you exist and you're in my world."
"Even right now?"
"god, I love it when you flirt with me."
He kissed her.
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