omg you did not put “butters my bagel” in your fic. Ella no.

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“Shucks, man. You’re just so pretty,” he sighed. “If I had a whole afternoon of just kissing you, I’d take it in a heartbeat.”

I turned to peck him on the cheek. “That would be quite nice, wouldn’t it?”

He closed his eyes in content. “Hmmm.” He was still holding back, now gripping onto the sides of his chair. I needed to make him more comfortable, to make him laugh somehow.

“Tell me, do I butter your bagel?” I asked him.

“I told you I didn’t want a bagel,” he blushed.

“I’m speaking metaphorically here.”

“Oh. Well, what is that supposed to mean?”

I scoffed. “Right, I forgot how blunt and obvious I have to be with you. Do I make you hot and bothered?”