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There was a small container of strawberries and blueberries.
She fell silent too and looked down at the ground, her lower lip trembling as she folded her arms tightly. "You think about how it feels to be...
"Oh, right. I forgot. I think I have a few cartons of berries in the fridge..."
"Really, Abel?" she replied, her anger pushing her words forward. "Really? What about the first time we were in the warehouse, when you gave me...
He flipped the slices before going over to the cupboard, getting out some plates. "What do you want to drink? You can put the syrup on the table."
She frowned at him, folding her arms protectively as she took a step back from him. "You're trying to get me to believe that I'm not just as...
He added another eggy bread to the stove. "Could you grab the syrup, please? It's in the fridge."
She blinked and went incredibly still, her hands folded into fists at her side. "I'm not going to let you yell at me," she said slowly, her...
He kissed the top of her head gently. "This smells good, Fleur."
"There you go again," she replied sharply. "I'm not traumatized, Abel. I'm not nearly as helpless as you think I am. When we ran into Eve the...
He kissed her cheek. "Perfect."
Her brow screwed up and she gestured around angrily. "What the hell are you talking about, Abel?" she replied sharply. "Are you trying to get...
He turned up the heat on the stove, placing a pat of butter down. It sizzled and began to melt.
She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. "What, are you going to stop me because you have this weird-ass hero complex?" she shot back bitterly....
He began to whisk the egg mixture together, humming under his breath.
"Because you said that you didn't think we should split up last time! God, Abel!" She threw up her hands in disgust. "We keep having to have this...
"It does, right?" he replied agreeably, pulling down a loaf of bread.
"This is stupid," she said flatly, pulling away from him. "The last time we did it this way, I lost you. I'm not splitting up with you again."
"What about pancakes?" he mused. "Or french toast?"
She took a deep breath, sounding like she was trying to keep her temper in check. "We literally did that last time, Abel, and you got ambushed."
