“I’m sure you are, but wouldn’t it still be better to go cuddle up in your bed for a while before your brother realises I’m here and all hell breaks loose?” he pointed out, knowing how stubborn Lissa could be and not wanting to argue with her.
He had a point, she knew that, but she also knew exactly what he was doing. It was almost enough to make her dig her heels in, but she was starting to feel dizzy. “Fine. But the shirt’s gotta go,” she grumbled, finally conceding.
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