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"You kissed me nine times since the other day," I mumbled.

"Are you actually counting our kisses?" he giggled. His hands were in my hair and he was playing with it.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Is that a strange thing?"

"Not at all," he smiled too. "What's our goals?"

"What?"

"Our kisses goals, don't you have one?" he said and smiled again. Damn, his smile.

"I want five billion kisses from you," I said and I kissed him again.

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