Habit
She had a habit of pouting, he blames this on his lip infatuation.
He had a habit of rubbing his neck, she blames this for her obsession with kissing it.
She was intrepid. He was calculating.
He was industrious, she a natural.
But they came together anyway, and the little habits would blur away until it was just them. And then, only then, would his infatuation with lips and hers with necks be more than welcome.
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