The next few days felt… different.
Not heavy.
Not complicated.
Just light.
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Shelly stood in the kitchen, trying to focus on making coffee, but her attention kept drifting.
Because Spencer was there.
Leaning against the counter.
Watching her.
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“What?” she asked, without turning.
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Spencer smiled. “Nothing.”
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Shelly glanced at him.
“You’ve been staring for the last five minutes.”
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“I like what I see,” he said simply.
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Shelly rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on her lips.
“You’re impossible.”
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Spencer walked closer.
“Maybe. But you like me anyway.”
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Shelly turned to face him now.
“That’s still under consideration.”
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Spencer raised an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”
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Before she could say anything else, he gently pulled her closer.
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