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She sighed, her fingers working out knots in his back. “I don’t blame you.”
“As pretty as betrayal?”
She looked nervous but nodded slowly. “O... okay...?”
(Where to?)
“Nope. You’re beautiful.”
“Did you have a nightmare?” she asked, rubbing his back.
“...Fine.”
“No, it’s, uh, it’s alright. What’s going on?”
(Zoop?)
“Impossible.”
“What’s going on?” she asked sleepily, sitting up.
“It appears we’re at an impasse, then.”
She blinked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Gabe. Hi.”
“Of course.”
“Even with the baby bump?”
Poppy murmured, opening one eye. “Francis...?”
“I can hit you with more snow.”
She looked up with a frown before heading for the door, opening it carefully.
“No, I want to,” he insisted, kissing her cheek. “I do.”
“I’ve been working on my figure.”
