Freya
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The sweet scent of food lingered in the air, melding with our soft chatters, creating a cool environment. But it wasn’t cool for me. Now with Jonathan sitting across from me, his legs brushing against mine.
My breath tangled in my lungs as I put a slice of beef into my mouth. Chewing on it, I tried to focus on the flavor melting my tongue, and not the tease going on beneath the table.
Sam’s mother leaned forward. “So we need to start preparing for our wedding?” Her voice bubbled.
Tony, Sam’s father sipped the water from his glass. “Edith, it’s their wedding not yours,” he said, he glanced at Sam and me, then back to his wife. “Besides, their wedding it’s in December. It’s still quite far.”
Edith rolled her eyes. “December is a festive period, many people book halls down be
