“I can’t believe you gnawed on it like a bear,” she said, still giggling.
Dwayne stuck the last piece of bread in his mouth, having eaten it as he showed her the newly leveled training ring. “I didn’t gnaw on it like a bear,” he said. “I took a bite. And it was good, as you can see I’ve just finished it.”
She shook her head, her smile wonderful and warm and everything worth having. Dwayne wanted to make her laugh and smile every day for the rest of her life.
“So, why are you limping?” he asked.
Her head whipped up. “I’m not limping.”
He rolled his eyes and held up his right hand, which clearly trembled. “And my hand doesn’t shake.”
Fire entered her dark eyes, only exciting Dwayne further. “Fine. I twisted my ankle yesterday.”
“When did that happen?”
Her jaw jutted forward. “I’m fin
