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Dylan smiled, "C'est très bien, mon amour. Oui, je suis à toi, tu es à moi, et tout ce que je suis t'appartient." he murmured. "Il fait plutôt chaud, tu sais. Que tu puisses parler français" he smiled. (Translations : That's very good, my love. Yes, I am yours, you are mine, and all that I am belongs to you. It's pretty hot, you know. That you can speak French)
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"You know French?!" She grinned, excited.
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Dylan grinned, chuckling. "Yeah, took French all through high school. Got my seal of biliteracy,"
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"That's so romanic!" She grinned.
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"Oui, mon amour," he hummed.
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Dylan smiled, kissing her cheek, trailing down to her neck. "Tu es si belle, tu sais? Absolument magnifique."
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"I don't feel beautiful most days. With you, though? I feel amazing." She stated.
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"Darling, you're stunning," he whispered against her neck, "Absolutely gorgeous,"
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"I'm glad you think so." She grinned.
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Dylan smiled, kissing her neck once again. "Absolutely stunning,"
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