Intro

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There's only one glass left fancy it?" I asked

He hummed for a second.
"Fight for it?" He asked
"Why not" I replied
"Rock Paper Scissors?"
"You're on"
"On three or after three?"
"On three"

"1..2...3!"

"Rock burns scissors" He moaned huskily

He brushed his lips against mine gently with worry written on his face

"Niall go for it"

And we kissed

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