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She pulled away breathlessly after a moment, looking surprised at first. Surprise quickly shifted to embarrassment. "Sorry." * * * He took a...
She slipped her arms around his neck, tentatively deepening the kiss. * * * "Well, let me try."
She looked over at him before scooting over to him, resting her hand on his jaw and kissing him gently. * * * "I'm sure you are."
"It's terrible," she agreed. * * * "You're a culinary goddess."
She laughed slightly. "Now you know how I've felt this entire time." * * * He offered her a bite of the French Toast.
She looked a little surprised, but scooted over to him, resting her head on his chest. "I still gotta turn out the light..." * * * He laughed,...
Her back was to him, but she finished cleaning quickly, drying her hands on her clothes before returning to his side. *** He squinted, taking...
She nodded, satisfied, before standing up and going to clean up his dishes. *** “Won’t you eat too?” he protested, raising one eyebrow. “Here,...
“I’m not even joking,” she replied seriously, taking the bowl from him. “I will kill you.” *** “Right... well, it smells really good!”
She watched him, raising one eyebrow skeptically. “And if you hurt yourself because of all this,” she continued, “I will hate you for all...
She leaned back against the pillows, watching him before leaning forward and kissing his temple. "I love you," she told him quietly. "I really...
She didn't smile back at first, that worried expression still monopolizing her face. She saw he was trying, though, and gave him a small one to...
She sighed, nodding her head slowly. "I know." * * * He relaxed upon seeing her. "Hi. What are you doing?"
She nodded, sitting next to him cross-legged, still looking worried. * ** He shifted sleepily, blinking as he looked up at her. "...Nas...?"
She brought him back some soup in a bowl, offering them to him. * * * Victor was asleep next to her, his arms around her waist.
She stood up again, going over to the fire place. * * * He followed soon after.
She huffed, looking concerned still. "Lie down. I'll get you some soup. * * * He tentatively slipped his arms around her waist.
She frowned at him disapprovingly. "Really. You're not used to this kind of work." * * * He gave her a small smile. "Sleep."
"All I'm saying," she amended, "is that you need to be careful." * * * He noticed before kissing her nose. "We'll see how it is tomorrow, okay?"
She was watching him intensely. “So the things I love are important, yes?” *** “I’m not that hurt. They need me, Nas.”
