Twenty-nine.

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We pulled out of the water.

Sitting on the edge of the lake.

Kicking our feet in.

"What are you thinking?"

I asked her softly.

Tapping my foot against hers.

She offered me that.

Same goofy grin she always does.

"I told you I wouldn't drown!"

"You would have if you were alone.

But I'm still proud of you."

I laughed and kissed the warm skin.

On her cheek.

To which she immediately pulled away.

Punching my chest.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Give what back?"

"My kiss.

Give me my kiss back.

You melonfucker!"

I decided to tease her a bit.

Just for laughs.

"You can't give a kiss back."

She squinted her eyes.

Slapping my face everytime I said.

No.

Which only made me laugh harder.

Her persistence was entertaining.

As she fought for a kiss.

I refused to give back.

"Give it back!" She argued.

"No."

"I said give it back!"

"That's not possible."

"Anything is possible!"

"You're being impossible." I said grinning.

She threw her hands up.

And screamed at me.

In frustration.

"Oh my gosh

You are so annoying!

Fine.

If you won't give it back,

I'll steal it back!"

She said evilly, advancing on me.

Both her hands.

Founds the sides of my face.

And she smashed her lips into mine.

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