[Her eyebrows raised and there was something akin to a glint of amused mischief in her eyes. Her "boyfriend." Her "boyfriend" who, it turned out, was a really good kisser when not surprising her. Cheeks reddened a little and she quickly took a new interest in the arrow in her hands.
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The fletching was really, really well done.
Almost as nice as his lips could be.]
I don't think she liked you very much.