"You look beautiful today, baby."
She flushed under the attention as Austin wrapped his arms around her thin waist. Her gave her an extra little squeeze while she made dinner for the two of them.
"Food smells good."
"I hope you don't mind Italian."
"No, I love it."
She smiled to herself as she finished tossing the light salad for their dinner. She had already made some garlic bread and carbonara. She disentangled herself from his arms, giggling mirthfully.
As they sat and talked over dinner, she could help but think about how lucky she was, how absolutely his she was. She promised to herself that, no matter what, she would try to keep him for as long as she could.
Little did she know that he was thinking the exact same thing.
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General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
