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"A treaty?" He asks, eyebrow quirked.
"A treaty." She responds, grinning impishly.
The eyebrow stays in place. "Oh?"
"Yep." She grins. "I can't have you stealing the left side of the bed every night."
"But the left IS my side."
She snorts. "It was until we started living together."
"So you're prepared to make a treaty for your preferred sleeping position?"
"Mm." Comes her response. "Only I'm not quite sure what to offer you in return."
This time he snorts.
"What?"
"It's just..." He pauses, searching for the words. "You really think waking up to you every morning isn't enough?"