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"Why can I not know all your secrets? Don't you trust me?"

She smirked and nodded her head. "I trust you, but do I know all of your secrets, Beck?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. If she told him she loved him, that would be her last secret to give him, and he probably didn't want it. She was curious though, if he had any more secrets to tell her, or if he would tell her if he did. He was in a gang after all, maybe he killed a guy...though she wasn't sure if she could stomach something like that.

"Oh shut up. I swear no matter what, I'll stay here. For the sake of free cuddles."

"Ah. So you only hang around me for the free cuddles, I see how it is." Elisa teased him, a silly grin on her face. She wondered what people thought when they saw them together; they certainly didn't act like your average pair of best friends. It seemed like they were always touching in one way or another, and kissing everywhere they could without their lips actually touching. They acted more like a couple than some of the real couples at their school.

"It's me who's more likely to fuck up, and that scares me, you know?"

"Why does that scare you? Do you think I'll abandon you if something goes wrong? Don't be stupid," She said, tracing the veins on his hands with one of her cool fingers. His hands felt so warm against hers, she could never seem to get warm no matter how hard she tried.

"Nothing to adore at all. Nothing to honour either."

The kiss to her neck all but paralyzed her for a moment and she relaxed into his arms, very content to be there with his lips against her skin. It took her a moment to gather herself enough to respond, but she managed. "Don't say that," Elisa told him, shaking her head. "You care about people enough to put yourself in danger for them. That's more than enough. You also make me happy." She breathed a slightly frustrated sigh.

It was then that she felt his hands on her thigh and her cheeks turned a color that made it look like she was wearing too much blush. "S..Sorry. Sorry." She heard him say through the chills his action had sent down her spine. She was disappointed he stopped and flipped herself over to face him. "Don't be," She whispered in his ear. "I don't mind." After having said that, she pressed her lips against his cheek and laid down on her side, facing him. She thought it was funny, the fact that he had his face buried into his pillow like a little kid who had done something wrong, and she laughed quietly.