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He went to work, his brows furrowed.
"You're terrible."
He kissed her cheek. "No worries."
"Okay."
She sighed, leaning to kiss him.
"I've known her my whole life."
He nodded slowly. "I'd like that."
She glared at him.
"It's alright," he reassured. "She's okay with it."
He sighed. "Fine.."
"Saying that I don't like you."
"It was early. She did leave a note thanking us and saying goodbye. I don't think she wanted to wake us."
He shook his head. "It doesn't feel right."
She crossed her arms, not looking at him. "I love you too but you need to stop it."
"She had to leave early. Her client lives a bit away."
He looked up at her hesitantly. "Yeah?"
She came back after doing the dishes, sitting down with a huff.
He kissed her hair. "Shall we have the frittata?"
Sam didn't start right away, his brows furrowed.
"Ugh."
