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After a little, Lucille started to worry. "How are you doing, love?" she asked.
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" kiss me for real" he looked over to her " when you kiss me I don't think of anything else but you"
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Lucille smiled softly, leaning over to him, placing a hand gently on his cheek, kissing him.
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He kissed her back and relaxes a bit
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Lucille smiled, kissing him for a while. After a little while, she started to hear the passengers around them start to judge and talk about them badly.
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Leim kissed her back and his fear went away all he could think about was Lucille until he heard people talk so he pulled away he didn't want to embarrass her again
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Lucille bit her lip, feeling bad that she couldn't comfort him. Lucille beckoned him to come, "Lie down," she told him. She'd managed to get another seat, so they had the whole row to themselves. When he laid down with his head on her lap, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, hoping it was of some comfort.
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Leim closed his eyes as she scratched his head and soon after fell asleep
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Lucille smiled, continuing to run her fingers through his hair even as he slept.
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