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[ The corners of her mouth tug upward into an honest smile despite her best efforts when he rubs the stubble of his beard against her cheek. It's always been a curious sensation, strangely pleasant in its own way regardless of the stage of growth if somewhat ticklish at times. Those words, however, see her reaching to loop her arms around his neck as she moves to vacate his position and scoot more or less back onto her side of the bed so as to tug him properly into it only to turn around and scoot a little closer to him. If he expects her to let go just like that, though, he'll be sorely disappointed. ]

You wouldn't.

[ And she is very confident in calling him on that bluff for a single, simple truth she divulges in leaning her forehead close to his. ]

Your place is here with me.