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Nathan Croft - Nate gave her a confused look. "Huh? Wish we could what?" |
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Nathan Croft - "Like going out trail riding?" he asked, clearly still confused. |
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She turned around with a wince, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed a kiss to his lips. "No. Have fun." |
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Nathan Croft - Nate realized what she was talking about. "Oooh," he hummed, thoughtfully. "Well, we could find another way, or I could be gentle," |
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"There's no point if you're gonna just worry about me the whole time" She reminded him. |
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Nathan Croft - Nate gave her a sympathetic look, but she was right. "I wanna make you happy, darling. Let me do that for you," |
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"Worrying about me makes me the opposite of happy, handsome" |
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Nathan Croft - Nate nodded. "Okay..." he agreed. He was upset with himself that he couldn't make her happy while she was in pain. |
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"I didn't mean it was your fault, just I don't want to be unhappy at you" She explained, holding his face in her hands |
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