MICHELLE

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"Busy night last night?" she asked him when he walked into the kitchen.

Ben frowned at her.

"Oh, lighten up." She smacked him with a dishtowel, drawing the smallest smile from him. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I was just... frustrated. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

He shrugged. "It's fine," he grunted. "I'm sorry too."

She smiled. "What do you say we make dinner? I picked up some fresh salmon on the way home from work, and there's a bottle of wine in the cupboard."

He didn't respond right away, and her heart sunk.

But then he nodded. "That would be nice. Just let me go change clothes."

She waited until he left the room to pick up his coat. She hung it on the coat rack.

A pair of gloves slipped from the sleeve, and she sighed as she leaned over to pick them up.

Then her mind froze.

The smell of smoke hit her as she raised the gloves. What did he do, hold his hands over a fire?

She heard his footsteps returning, and her mind was still going too haywire, and she didn't have time to drop the gloves or hide them or anything before he was standing there with his hand gripping her shoulder, ready to spin her to face him or throw her to the ground or both.

"Did you forget something?" she asked weakly. She slowly turned around.

His eyes darted to the gloves held in her hands but he didn't mention them. "Just to tell you I love you."

Her pulse calmed. "Oh. I love you too."

He gently took the gloves from her and tossed them in the trash. "I've been meaning to throw those out. There's a hole in the pinky."

"Maybe I'll get you a new pair as an engagement gift."

"You don't need to do that."

"But I want to. You got me this beautiful ring..."

"Because it's an engagement ring." He laughed. "Don't worry about the gloves."


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