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“Disculpa? You better,” he chuckled, reaching for her hand and bringing her fingers against his lips. While he didn’t know a lot of what she said, ‘disculpa’ was something that was in his vocabulary from the constant glares he’d get as he pushed through crowds the days before meeting her. Such days were a faint memory now that her warmth was beside him, limbs tangling around his own as he was pulled closer. He looked down at her, grinning. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, pressing his lips against her nose, “there’s a mermaid attached to me even though I wanted more room on the bed.”












