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Zheme stepped outside, a small smile whining across his lips as he turned to look at Lexie who stood by the doorway. "I'm leaving, Gimme a kiss."
Lexie huffed, arms folding across her chest. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because...I don't want to kiss you." A lie, that's what she told, but her pride would never allow her to tell him that she craved the touch of his lips and the touch of his hands. "And besides, I haven't yet brushed my teeth."
Zheme frowned, lips forming into a gorgeous pout. "And?"
"And I... I'm going inside."
She pivoted on her feet and that was enough encouragement to have Zheme pulling her flush against his chest, chin resting on her shoulder, hands draping even tighter around her thin waist. "I asked so politely and yet you refused, do you want me to take it by forced?"
Slowly Lexie shook her head, cheeks growing red. "No, I-I'll kiss you."
Zheme nodded against her, lips pecking her neck before he slowly let her loose. "Alright."