[She gives the can a little preparatory shake for later, letting the blanket slip down and pool around her hips. Her eyes trace him, grinning as he comes in for another kiss, and her hand brushes down his chest, before slinking back up, dragging her nails along, until up around his shoulders. Lips parting, she gives a tug with the arm that settles around his neck, pulling him down further with her.]
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It will get better.