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He could smell her shampoo; orange blossom and vanilla. Her hand came up to cup the side of his jaw, her head turning as she rested her forehead...
She woke slowly, feeling his arms around her waist and his chest pressed against her back. Her hands brushed his for a moment and she felt the...
Ellie was curled up in the bed, her back to him as he entered. * * * He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Despite her best intentions, she slammed the door as she left. (Zoop!) A few nights later, Ellie was in her bed, her back to the balcony. She...
"Yeah, I think I should too," she said sharply, tears in her eyes. "I'm glad we're in agreement about this whole thing." * * * "Sure you are,"...
She looked hurt by this, backing away from him slightly. "That's not fair. That's not fair and you know it." * * * "No, you're making fun of...
Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. "That's is not what I said, Xavier. You know that this was serious to me." * * * He sat across from...
"I don't have a choice," she said, her voice sounding a little sharper than she meant it to. "It's why we need to stop now before we get more...
She looked bewildered, her brows furrowing as well. "Because I'm engaged, Xav." * * * "And I can take it away too. You are a guest in this house."
“We need to stop this,” she repeated, looking up at him. *** He squinted before bringing it back to her. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
She frowned, shaking her head slowly. “We just... we need to call this off now,” she said, looking up at him. “This thing between us... it needs...
“No, of course you didn’t. My father has been attempting to find me a suitor and I guess he found one.” *** He moved the bowl into the kitchen.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Xavier, I’m getting married by the end of the month.” *** “Yes,” he said, coming over and picking up her bowl.
Ellie was standing there, looking upset. *** “Miss Scarlet, you barely know me.”
A couple of weeks later, there came a knock on Xavier’s door. *** “Oh, but darlin’, I would!”
(Zoop?) *** “The only threat I can offer is taking away your soup. It’s the food of the gods.”
“Then yours is perfect,” she replied, looking up at him. “It does it very well.” *** “Sure, Ma’am. I’d never let someone get away without some...
"I don't need to," she replied quietly. "I can hear it. It's steady and clear and consistent." * * * "Just Root Soup," he replied modestly....
Her eyes had fluttered closed, soothed by the steady rhythm in his chest, but she opened them to look back up at him. “Your heart. It’s...
She leaned up against him, her head hesitantly resting against his chest. “I hear it,” she said quietly. *** “She was,” he agreed with a small...
