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Liv simply tilted her head, watching on in amusement. âLame.â She taunted, before straightening her own back, as if somehow trying to make herself grow half an inch, making them of equal height.  Shaking her head, she scoffed. âUm, no, you are not coming into my lair, get your own lair.â She frowned, as if it was the worst idea ever. As if they didnât spend the majority of their time together, out of choice.Â
âWow, you must really want me around if you pass up that for pizza.â She smiled widely. All junk food was good food, in her eyes, so she was happy to eat whatever. She had no idea how she managed to stay slim, considering she didnât eat the best diet, and she only ever exercised when Chey managed to talk her into it, which was not as often as it should be. Her cheeks blushed, as if she had never heard such a compliment before. âGod, I love you.â She breathed out, as if it was a big surprise to them both. âIâm up for anything, so long as we get everything done and I have a slightly less stressed fiancee.â The only time she would ever tire of saying that word was when she could call her her wife.
âDo you? Do you REALLY, Olivia?â Oh, no. Was she about to start pretending as if she was stuck in some kind of dramatic telenovela scenario? Hell yes, she was. âBecause if you loved me...â Chey managed to trail off, only to cross her arms and sigh ever so loudly, âIf you EVER loved me, you would have let me into your lair --- God, what did I ever do to deserve such DISRESPECT? From my fiancee, nevertheless!â This would be the part where she just laughs it all off, but apparently, the florist was far too committed to the dramatics, and frankly, she just couldnât wait to see Livâs reaction to that. Itâs not like it was something that she hasnât seen before, but this time around, Cheyenne made sure the performance was at least Oscar-worthy.
She quickly shook her head, seconds before she could pinch the bridge of her nose, âIâm afraid that I... I canât talk to anyone right now,â the girl murmured, âIf you could just -- just put me in a glass case of emotions, will you?â Come to think of it, Chey could have chosen acting as her minor during her college years, but it didnât exactly seem like a good idea if you were someone who was basically obsessed with health and everything sports related, did it? Shrugging, she broke the âcharacterâ and just cleared her throat only to stop herself from bursting into loud, obnoxious laughter, â--- no, but seriously, mate. I really think I NEED that break. I am five days past my bed time...âÂ












