Cause I'm feeling sadistic and humorous.
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"I don't want to do this anymore"
"Are you sure?"
"No. But it's starting to feel wrong"
"Beka, relax. You've always liked it before."
"It's not about enjoyment. It's about trust."
"Since when do you care about him trusting you or not?"
"Our relationship is serious now. I can't keep being sneaky like this with you! What would he say if he knew? We're really good right now, Harper. I don't want to mess this up."
"You won't, beka. He'll never know. I promise."
"Fine. Can we just hurry up and get out of here. He said he'd be coming back to his quarters soon and I'd really rather he not find us on his bed like this."
"Okay. Let's go. Wait. Where's my jacket?"
"I don't know why you even took it off. It's not like you needed to."
"Hey, you try doing it with a jacket on."
"Fine. Look, it's on that chair. Let's go."
"Great. It's been fun, Beka. See you next time."
"Bye."
"What? No kiss goodbye?"
"Harper, just because we sneak into Dylan's quarters every week and heighten all of his furniture to make him think that he's shrinking does not mean that you are getting any."