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When she opened her closet, he paused, squinting. As she went to change, he opened the door, squinting as he saw the pajama shirt of his. He took...
She was flushing, her eyes opening to look at him. “You’re... you’re wonderful.”
“I’ve slept alone,” he replied, looking down at her. “I missed you.”
She blushed deeply, her eyes fluttering closed instinctively as her fingers brushed through the back of his hair. “Jesus, Abel.”
He pulled away from her, taking her hand. “Can I be honest? I’m so looking forward to going to bed with you.”
She planted kisses on his neck before pulling away slightly, watching him. “Whatever you want,” she replied quietly.
His arms slipped around her neck and he kissed the top of her head. “A little. What about you?”
She turned her face to kiss his palm gently, her fingers curled in his shirt. “Hm. That depends on you.”
He cupped her jaw, kissing the top of her nose gently. “Thank you for dinner,” he said quietly.
She laughed a little, slipping her leg over him and leaning down to kiss him gently. “No. We have time.”
“Something like that. Ambitious, devoted...” He shrugged, shifting off the water before turning to her, drying his hands on the cloth....
She looked down at him in surprise for a moment, her expression softening before she leaned down, kissing him. “We don’t have to get started now,...
He smirked, glancing over his shoulder at her. "You're ambitious."
"I was always fond of tulips," she mused, reaching down with one hand and running her fingers through his hair. "What do you think?"
"And you don't have any siblings," he mused, rolling his sleeves to his elbows. "It must have been lonely growing up."
She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as she glanced idly out the window. "I think I'm going to plant flowers," she said thoughtfully,...
She considered this, her fingers brushing her mouth before she set her hand down, almost as if reminding herself of something. "Yeah, okay....
He offered her a wet bowl before taking the pot and setting it into the sink. "I get that. Do they live in Sylvaele?"
"Well, we should get groceries," she said, pulling away and resting her head on her hands to look at him. "And stuff like plates and stuff, or at...
"Are you angry with them?" he inquired, turning on the water in the sink to wash the dishes.
