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Cage closes his mouth, trying not to laugh. “Shhh, I know he is. He looks good, did you expect him to not know how to woo ladies? Hmm?” He whispers.
Violet goes to speak but he slips a finger over her lips, quietly shushing her.
“Я люблю тебя.” He whispers.
She softly smiles, setting her glass down on the counter behind him. “Yeah?” She slips her arms around him and leans in for a kiss.
Cage ducks behind a laundry basket, still trying not to giggle.