Sinthia chuckled as she met him back at the couch with the warm cardboard box balanced perfectly level, her hands not touching it at all. "Could be?" she asked. "I know you're biased. I like it."
She rose up on her toes to kiss him lightly. "I love you, ptichka."
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Date: 2018-06-07 04:19 am (UTC)She rose up on her toes to kiss him lightly. "I love you, ptichka."