“And tonight?”
“Tonight we sit. I cook. You watch me and pretend you’re not judging.”
“I don’t judge.”
“You think about it.”
I laughed. “That’s fair.”
His thumb moved lightly against my arm. The simple motion made me relax even more.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Not really.”
“You’ll still eat.”
“You’re already starting.”
“I’m always like this.”
“I know.”
I turned and looked at him. His face was calmer than I’d seen in weeks. No tension. Just here.
“You look different,” I said.
“How?”
“Like you’re not waiting for something.”
“I’m not.”
I held his gaze. “I like you like this.”
He leaned down and kissed me.
I kissed him back immediately. My hand moved to his neck and he pulled me closer. The kiss stayed soft at first, just lips and quiet. No rush. No reason to stop.
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