[ A soft laugh left his lips as he set the pan on the stove and began working on the eggs and toast. It felt playful and light between them, something he wanted to last but knew it wouldn't. Love never really worked, a lesson his parents taught him and others in his family's life. He just didn't have a lot of faith in happy endings even if he longed for one so badly.
Eyes flicking over towards Neve he leaned in to give him a kiss. ]
Do you prefer homemade oatmeal or the instant kind?
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Eyes flicking over towards Neve he leaned in to give him a kiss. ]
Do you prefer homemade oatmeal or the instant kind?