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Jonah had to force himself to pull away from her and when he did, he could hear her let out a small whine of disapproval. He looked down at her, lips pink and swollen and he had to restrain from kissing her again.
“I don't want it to seem like I kissed you to shut you up,” He said, bringing his thumb to her chin. “But you were yelling about me not kissing you last night and since you were so upset about it, I figured the only way to make you less upset was to make up for it.”
Amy laughed that husky laugh of hers, taking his hand away from her chin and holding it in her own before she leaned forward and kissed him.
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