She counts out each teaspoon, and only when he stops does she focus on his words.
'Give you long enough to miss me, you think?'
The ghost of a smirk flickers across her features. Things were good between them, and they will be again. Once the dust settles. She just has to trust him, and give it time.
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'Give you long enough to miss me, you think?'
The ghost of a smirk flickers across her features. Things were good between them, and they will be again. Once the dust settles. She just has to trust him, and give it time.