[ He leans into her touch, wrapping his own arms around her waist, pulling her close. ]
We can deal with messy. [ Most things about their relationship is messy, anyway. They keep on fighting, pulling apart and crashing back together, two bodies gravitating towards each other constantly, like they can't help themselves.
And in Z's case, well, he really can't help himself. ]
No take-backs. Never. [ Touching his forehead to Charlie's, he leans in for another kiss, breathing in the smell of her hair as he lets it grow deep. ]
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We can deal with messy. [ Most things about their relationship is messy, anyway. They keep on fighting, pulling apart and crashing back together, two bodies gravitating towards each other constantly, like they can't help themselves.
And in Z's case, well, he really can't help himself. ]
No take-backs. Never. [ Touching his forehead to Charlie's, he leans in for another kiss, breathing in the smell of her hair as he lets it grow deep. ]