Prompt:"Your lips, my lips, apocalypse!"

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You hummed to yourself as you read, ignoring Peter who was rummaging around. "You wanna help me?" He asked.

"Nope." Your answer was quick so that you didn't lose your focus on your fictional world.

"Wanna make out?" He asked without looking at you. "Your lips, my lips, apocalypse!" This time he looked at you and grinned when you rolled your eyes and snapped your book shut.

"Fine." You sighed and laughed when he muttered a joke.

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