The evening settled softly around the house.
A quiet kind of peace wrapped itself around Shelly, the kind she hadn’t felt in a long time. She stood by the window, watching the street lights flicker on one by one.
Behind her, Spencer was stretched out on the couch, one arm resting over his eyes.
“Are you planning to sleep there?” she asked, turning slightly.
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Spencer moved his arm and looked at her.
“Depends.”
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“On what?” she asked.
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He smiled a little.
“On whether you’re going to sit all the way over there or come here.”
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Shelly tried to hide her smile.
“You’re very demanding.”
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Spencer shrugged.
“I know what I want.”
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Shelly shook her head but walked toward him anyway.
She didn’t sit far.
She sat right beside him.
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Spencer shifted instantly, pul
