"I don't know about that," comes a laugh, her eyes still closed after the kiss he's planted on her forehead.
"I don't snore, do I? Surely you must've imagined that." Calypso rolls onto her stomach, scooting forward to kiss him properly, reaching to brush her fingers through his hair.
"You do! And sometimes you make this little whistling sound when you exhale," he insists, with nary a care at how obvious the teasing is. His arms slip around her comfortably as she kisses him, and he continues talking, voice muffled against her lips. "It’s totally adorable."
"You think my funny noises are cute?" Calypso asks suddenly, raising her eyebrows. She lightly touches her own nose thoughtfully, unaware of the whistling and unsure if she should feek embarrassed or not. No one ever pointed it out before, but Henry isn't just anyone.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Goddess or no, everything she does is in some way beautiful, or else ridiculously cute. Like, to the point of being totally unfair to him. Lowering his voice, he asks with a grin, "Are you embarrassed?"
"Not really," she replies honestly. "I like that you think I can be cute and funny and maybe a little odd."
Lazily, she sprawls over him, cinnamon colored hair in a slight mess until she runs her fingers through the thick locks, pushing it away from her face. "I think you're cute and funny and odd, too. Very much so."
"The best people are," Henry says affectionately, craning his neck to kiss her. Even as a mess, her hair looks perfect, as if she'd intentionally styled it that way. He knew plenty of girls who would kill to have that. "And I'm glad you agree."
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"I don't snore, do I? Surely you must've imagined that." Calypso rolls onto her stomach, scooting forward to kiss him properly, reaching to brush her fingers through his hair.
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Lazily, she sprawls over him, cinnamon colored hair in a slight mess until she runs her fingers through the thick locks, pushing it away from her face. "I think you're cute and funny and odd, too. Very much so."
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