[His pulse has picked back up, speeding in his chest as he looks down at her. The hand that tugged her ear moves to her curls, twining those around his fingers as he's slowly and unknowingly led backwards.]
Me? No, sorry, that's on you. You're the one running off with a guy's keys and then getting all... archy.
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Me? No, sorry, that's on you. You're the one running off with a guy's keys and then getting all... archy.